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Sara Valestein was no fan of the city of Bareahard. It was filled to the brim with pompous nobles, and not even their defeat in the civil war had managed to deflate their hot air fully. She was perfectly content to avoid the city as much as possible and let Toval handle most of the limited bracer work the Kreuzen province and surrounding areas provided.

So when her fellow bracer had called that morning to tell her about an incident that had occurred near the Verdant City she was perfectly content to let his words go in one ear and out the other. That was until he mentioned a certain name. Within minutes she was on the next train headed to that obnoxious place.

She made a mental note to buy the Zero Artisan a bottle of beer the next time she saw him. The good stuff, to boot. It had been two years since she mentioned that name to him originally and yet he somehow remembered this entire time.

Reaching the guardhouse in Bareahard the A-Rank bracer effortlessly ignored the annoyed scowls of the provincial soldiers on duty as she strolled past them. On one hand she could sympathize with them being told that an outsider was being allowed to take over their job.

On the other hand the Kreuzen Provincial Army had tried to kill her brats many times during that year at Thors, so screw 'em.

None of them offered to show her the way through the building, but that was perfectly fine to her. This was a job for her and her alone. Idiot soldiers would only get in her way.

It wasn't long before she reached her destination: the holding cells. More specifically, the cell that held a girl behind the bars, who was currently staring at Sara with a bored look on her face.

One glance was all it took to confirm that this was indeed the same girl she had been interested in these past two years, just a little older. That being said it was clear that the two years hadn't been kind to the prisoner, based on her messy silver hair, tattered clothes, and overall haggard appearance. Still, despite her captivity Sara could see plenty of life in those chartreuse eyes as the younger girl immediately sized her up.

“Soooo...” Sara drawled. “You've been busy these last couple years Sylphid... or would you rather I call you by your name, Fie Claussell?”

The girl – Fie – said nothing in return, but Sara hadn't expected otherwise. Instead she opened the folder that had been in her hands and glanced down at the paper inside it. “Let's see... Former member of the Zephyr jaeger corp. After they disbanded you went on your own way and began doing freelance mercenary work. That correct so far?”

Once again she was met with silence. Letting out a simple shrug she returned her gaze to the page. The page itself was completely blank and something she had 'borrowed' from one of the guards on a whim, but she felt it would serve her well in this interrogation. Make Fie think that they knew more than they really did, even if she was making some big time shots in the dark here. “Work must have been good that first year, year? All that tension between the Noble Alliance and the Imperial Government... I bet even a kid like you got plenty of jobs.”

Closing the folder she stared at the girl. “But that all changed after the war ended, didn't it? As stability returned to Erebonia an unaffiliated girl like yourself began to struggle. Employers began to short you, missions became increasingly shady... And now look at you. Pretty much just a common bandit at this point.”

It was that desperation that got her captured. Her less than legal actions had attracted a lot of unwelcome attention, and even as skilled as she was she wasn't unbeatable. A little tantalizing bait and the Kreuzen Provincial Army had nabbed themselves a Sylphid.

For the briefest of moments Fie flinched. Having your pride as a jaeger called out like that stung, something which Sara knew from experience. The moment passed quickly as the girl masked her frustration with a scoff. “What do you know?”

“Ah. It can speak.” Perhaps teasing her wasn't the best idea with everything she had planned, but she couldn't help herself. Time to change approach a bit. “I was there, you know. That day when Rutger Claussell and Baldur Orlando killed each other. The guild was quite interested in a battle to the death between the two strongest jaegers in Zemuria.”

She paused briefly, considering her next words. “You were there too, of course. I remember being interested in that young girl that was hanging around with Shirley Orlando during the fight. Tried to find you after Zephyr disbanded, but you managed to slip away during the confusion.”

“Guess you were just too slow.” Fie mocked.

The bracer let out an easy shrug, having half-expected such a response. “Guess so. I wanted to keep looking for you, but got stuck on a long term job. Piece of advice: If anyone ever asks you to become a teacher at a military academy you should just start running and don't stop. Those brats will be the end of you.”

A slightly raised eyebrow was the only sign of Fie's interest, although she recovered quickly and resumed her mask of indifference. “Why do you care about me anyways?”

“...You do know who I am, right?” Sara Valestein. The daughter of Colonel Valestein, former leader of the Northern Jaegers. The silver-haired girl averting her expression let her know that she knew. “You reminded me of myself so I wanted to help you out a bit.”

Fie scoffed again, clearly not believing her. “Yeah, right.”

Sara couldn't help but soften her gaze a little. “Zephyr leaving you behind like that must have hurt, didn't it?”

This time Fie was unable to hide her reaction and for the first time she looked like what she truly was: A lonely seventeen year old girl who had been abandoned by her only family and had been on her own ever since. Seeing her like that only reaffirmed Sara's desire to help her in any way possible.

“As crazy as it might sound, there are people in this world who do care about you, even if you've never met them. Trust me, I was just as lost and confused as you are when the Colonel died. I had no idea what to do with my life...”

“...And how did you figure it out?” At the very least Fie now seemed curious about her words, which was a marked improvement from her earlier indifference.

The Purple Lightning smiled as she thought back to a day long ago. “I never would have figured it out on my own, but someone reached out to help me.” She made a mental note to stop by Trista and hang out with Beatrix at some point. This conversation was doing a good job at reminding her of just how much she owed the older woman. “Now I want to help you out, but only if you'll let me.”

“Aren't I just going to prison.” The girl gave a pointed look towards her current confinements. “Pretty sure you bracers doesn't have much authority in Erebonia anymore, so I'm not sure what you can even do for me.”

The dig at the current status of her employment stung, even if there was no malice behind her words. “You're not wrong,” She conceded reluctantly. “But for once in your life you got lucky, cause you got caught in the one city where I have some high connections.” Having a former student as the Duke? Pretty handy.

“...I'm not becoming a bracer.”

“Nah. That probably wouldn't be a good idea.” Maybe down the line once she's learned to work with others it would be fun, but the idea of her as a bracer now was pretty laughable.

Sara hummed aloud. Truthfully she had been more focused on how to get Fie to accept her help than she had on what she planned on doing with her after. “It's a shame, you know? If I had found you two years ago I could have brought you with me to Thors and you could have spent your time with a bunch of equally messed up kids. Class VII would have been good for you, I think.” Sadly, that chance had long since passed-

She froze. That wasn't entirely untrue, now was it? While she didn't know all the details of Prince Olivert's plans for the Thors Branch Campus, there were a few things she understood very well: It's first semester was starting in a little over a week. There was going to be a Class VII there. It was to be led by her shining star pupil who was always willing to take on her work. Another teacher there just so happened to be the former student council president who also took on Sara's work. The principal there happened to be a powerhouse who she knew fairly well from the recent war as a surprisingly pleasant woman who did whatever she felt like, consequences be damned. And if the rumor she heard was true, even Randy Orlando – someone with a similar background to them – would also be there! It was perfect.

Or was it? As she stared at the blank-faced girl a bunch of problems arose. How could she get Fie to not bolt as soon as she was left alone? Could she – a girl with absolutely no formal education – survive in one of Erebonia's top schools without any prep, even if it was merely the branch version? And would Rean and the others be alright with such an arrangement?

Well, there was only one way to find out. “I have an idea. I just need to go make some calls. You can... wait right there for a bit, yeah?” She probably deserved the very unamused glare from the prisoner, but it was funny in her mind and since she wasn't the one locked up a dingy old prison cell her opinion was the only one that mattered.

First she needed to get Aurelia on board. Considering the stories she had been hearing about the purpose of the Branch Campus she couldn't help but think that the new principal would be alright with a last minute transfer with such a troubled past. After that it was a simple matter of convincing Rean to accept this responsibility in her place. It would be a lot of work trying to earn Fie's trust and getting her caught up academically, but she knew he could pull it off.

It helped that the kid was a complete sucker who could never say no to anyone in need, so she wasn't worried at all about him taking on this job for her.

Three days later a frowning Fie Claussell found herself sitting outside of an office while the individuals inside were deciding her future fate. For someone who had spent the greater part of her life on her own it was a disconcerting feeling, but there was little she could do about it and she knew it.

Traveling alongside Sara these past two days after being freed from prison had been an interesting experience. The woman – despite her skill and reputation – was extremely relaxed and occasionally even a slob. It wasn't at all what she had expected from the legendary Purple Lightning. More than once during her trip did the older woman kick back and drink herself into a stupor.

And yet even though she was inebriated beyond belief Fie hadn't taken the chance to leave, something which surprised even herself. While she wouldn't say she trusted the bracer, she couldn't deny that she felt a sort of kinship with her and was curious as to what made the former Northern Jaeger tick.

And despite herself she couldn't help but be curious at just how the woman was actually going to 'help' her. The very idea that she could ever end up like a normal person was laughable and she had said that to Sara's face many times, but the woman had only responded with a knowing smirk that annoyed the girl beyond belief.

As much as she would never admit it, Fie was willing to give whatever crazy idea Sara had come up with a try, because she was simply tired. Tired of running. Tired of fighting for every idiot that offered mira. Tired of being alone. Two years later and the void in her heart that Zephyr had once filled was growing larger and larger and now threatened to consume her fully.

So as pessimistic as she was, the former jaeger continued to tread the same path as the bracer. And that path had led them to the town of Leeves where she found herself waiting as Sara conversed with whomever was in that office.

Just looking around at the building they were currently in was enough to give Fie a good idea of what Sara's plan entailed. Thors Military Academy Branch Campus. She had no idea what a branch campus was, but even she knew of Thors. Being enrolled in a school sounded like the dullest thing imaginable, but at least this place was a combat school so she was a little interested despite herself.

The door opened and a pale-faced Sara walked out. “Hey so.... Good news? The principal is inside and wants to meet with you, but I... have other business to take care of? I'm sure we'll see each other again, but... uhh... bye for now!”

Fie could only blink in confusion as the woman who had spent the last two days with all but sprinted out the door and out of her life just like that. Had she really just up and abandoned her like that?

“Fie Claussell?” A powerful sounding voice boomed from the office. “You may enter.”

Despite having fought on many a battlefield in her short life the silver-haired warrior couldn't help but shudder nervously. Something about that voice unsettled her and she knew that there would be hell to pay if she didn't heed the order. So putting thoughts of Sara out of her mind the girl stood and reluctantly made her way into the office.

Inside the room there was only one occupant sitting calmly behind a desk, but her presence was enough to make the large office feel tiny. She said nothing as Fie entered, but her sharp eyes never once left her and the former jaeger found herself wanting to shuffle on her feet nervously like some child under the scrutiny.

“Hmm...” The principal hummed thoughtfully after a minute. “Alright. You're in.”

“H-Huh?” Just like that?!

The woman nodded, seemingly content with her decision. “You have the air of a warrior around you, and so much untapped potential just waiting to be realized. That's good enough for me. My name is Aurelia Le Guin, the principal of this school. Allow me to be the first to welcome you to Thors Branch Campus.”

“Fie Claussell. And... thanks?” She still wasn't for this new arrangement, but she also now understood that she was standing in front of the Golden Rakshasa. This was a woman that even Boss admired as a warrior of unparalleled strength and skill! Survival instincts demanded that she play this as respectfully as her jaeger pride would allow.

Le Guin steepled her fingers in front of her. “Valestein told me a little about your situation. Your experience on the battlefield should serve you well inside these walls. Your former affiliation is of no matter here, as this entire school is a trash bin designed to house those that the government finds too troublesome, faculty included.”

“Uh...” The way she calmly said that without a shred of emotion threw her for a loop. A trash bin?

“But understand this:” Suddenly the air in the room got a lot colder and Fie found herself standing upright. “While I am a firm believer in second chances, I do not believe in a third. If you do anything to bring dishonor to this academy or its students there will be hell to pay. And don't even think about running away as I will hunt you to Gehenna and back if I need to. Am I understood?”

“U-Understood!” There had been many times in Zephyr when Fie had been convinced she had been about to die. The past few seconds would rank up there with any of them. If the Golden Rakshasa's intent had been to thoroughly remove the idea of escaping the campus in the middle of the night then mission accomplished.

Again Aurelia nodded her head. “Good. So long as we are clear on that.” She reached for a sleek new orbment unit on her desk. Was that one of the new ARCUS models she had heard about? “Classes don't begin until next week so there are very few people currently on campus. Luckily for you there's one teacher that arrived early. I am going to have her get you situated. You can wait outside for her.” The dismissal was obvious so the silver-haired girl made her retreat as calmly as possible away from such an overwhelming monster. “Hmm... A shame Valestein was too busy to cross blades with me...” ...And now she understood why the bracer had left in such a hurry.

Once safely away from Aurelia Le Guin (although privately she considered any distance below two hundred arge as not safe enough), Fie again found herself playing the waiting game. So she was to be a student here for the next two years...? The idea was so insane, but reality could be pretty insane at times. She could only imagine how Xeno and Leo would react if they saw her now. Would they laugh at her?

Or maybe they just wouldn't care? They did abandon her without hesitation once the Boss died, after all...

“Um... Hello there?”

Fie blinked, mentally chiding herself for getting so caught in her thoughts that someone managed to get the drop on her. In her haste to make up for her blunder she said the first thing that came to mind as she glanced at the girl who had addressed her. “...You're tiny.” Didn't the principal say there were no other students here right now?

“Haha.... I get that a lot.” To her credit the brown-haired girl didn't seem all that offended. “My name is Towa Herschel. I'm going to be a teacher here. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

Really? This tiny girl was supposed to be an instructor at what was supposedly one of the most elite military academies on the continent? She looked completely harmless! Maybe this was an elaborate prank or something? “...I'm Fie.”

“Mmm. Principal Le Guin asked me to give you a tour of this place just now. Actually, I had just been talking with Instructor Sara and she asked me if I could help out too. She said that due to your background there might be some holes in your education...?”

“Ugh...” The unfortunate reality that this was in fact a school and she would need to actually learn useless things was beginning to settle in for her. “Fine...” And yet she didn't have the heart to tell this kind girl off.

Towa giggled, clearly finding amusement in her internal struggle. “Don't worry. I'm sure you'll do fine!” Fie seriously doubted that. “But for now let's just take care of that tour. And afterwords, do you want to grab dinner together?”

After having been on her own for so long Fie still wasn't comfortable spending time with other people unless absolutely required, but she couldn't deny that eating alongside Sara had been surprisingly entertaining. So despite her reservations she gave the supposedly older girl a nod in affirmation, causing her to beam.

Fie let out a yawn as she roused herself from her bed. It took a second before her brain remembered exactly where she was as she glanced around at the unfamiliar settings.

This was her dorm room.

The room was vast, but that wasn't a surprise as the three beds it held made it clear that she would be expecting roommates in a few days. Still, while the room itself didn't bother her she couldn't help but frown at just how spartan it was. The only items in the room were the few things she had in her possession: Her gunblades, her few clothes, what few tools she still had, and that was it.

Plus the school uniform she was dreading having to wear once classes finally began.

The town of Leeves was like most other places in Erebonia, she supposed. While she still wasn't entirely convinced that Towa Herschel was an instructor, there was no denying that the girl had made for a very thorough guide so she was fairly sure she had seen all of what the little town had to offer. A few shops, some places to eat, and plenty of residents that she wanted to avoid as much as possible.

That being said, the presence of Neinvalli in one of the back alleys was a total shock to the former jaeger. That place was one of Boss's favorites, but that was in Crossbell. Sadly the place wasn't opened yet for her to investigate further, but if it actually was like the store she knew this meant she had a place available to restock some of her less than legal tools once she had mira.

...And as much as she wanted to forget about it, the thought of purchasing information about the whereabouts of Zephyr hadn't left her mind since that discovery. Neinvalli did deal in information as much as weapons, after all.

Shaking off such dour thoughts the girl proceeded to get dressed before exiting her dorm. The only other occupants of the large building at the moment were the few faculty members currently at Leeves, and given that it was late in the morning she was sure that all of them had long since left, giving her free reign to do whatever she wanted, which admittedly wasn't much.

A quick soak in the obscenely luxurious baths, breakfast using a stipend the school was temporarily offering her since neither the cafeteria was running nor was the dorm kitchen stocked, and after that...

Maybe seek out a good spot for a nap? It wasn't as if she had anything better to do with her time.

“Um...” Towa smiled weakly as she shifted her gaze between the paper she was holding and Fie.

The recipient shrugged, having already expected such a response. It wasn't her fault. She wanted nothing to do with the test that the older girl made her do, claiming it would help gauge where she most needed help.

“Well... there are positives at least! You scored pretty well on the questions pertaining to Military Science and Combat Studies. Or at least you did on the practical questions. The theoretical ones you could use a little help on, but it's a start. And I'm sure your actual combat skills are quite impressive! The combat instructors will like that!”

That would be impressive praise, if not for the fact that Military Science and Combat Studies weren't even a third of the subjects that Towa had tested her on. Math? History? Political economics? All of these were subjects that she knew she had failed spectacularly on.

And the dumbest of all... “Why is art even a thing here?”

“Hmm...” Towa pondered the question. “While this is a military academy, art is still an essential subject to help broaden your mindset and allow you to experience a different way of understanding. More than half the students who graduate here go off to non-military careers, after all.” Fie scoffed, not at all impressed with the answer. “Plus it's the class that Principal Le Guin is personally teaching, so...”

Fie knew she had failed to conceal her shock and horror based on the amused giggles her partner was emitting. Any thoughts of blowing off the seemingly useless class died a terrible death as she imagined the reactions from that terrifying woman.

This year was going to suck.

She stretched as she exited the library. Towa had suggested that she spend these free days before class finally began in that large room of books, and the silver-haired student thought it was a great idea, much to the teacher's happiness.

...Of course while the kind instructor probably wanted her to actually learn from the books Fie instead found the place to be an ideal indoor nap location.

Finishing her stretching she considered her next course of action. It was still two days until the beginning of the semester on April first and she was bored out of her mind. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. Train. Sleep...

The door to Principal Aurelia's office opened and Fie's immediate instinct was to flee lest the terrifying woman take an interest in her, but that urge faded when she noticed that none of the people exiting were her. Given that the first one out was Towa she could only assume the other staff had finally arrived and had been in a meeting together.

After Towa came an old man in a lab-coat. Since he barely spared Fie a glance before walking off she promptly ignored him in turn.

Behind him was a man in an officer's uniform. Unlike the geezer, this one gazed upon the girl with hard eyes. “Tch.” He muttered aloud before approaching. “You must be Claussell. Know that I was against your enrollment, but the principal – in all her wisdom – decided to allow it despite my protests. I will be watching you.”

“Major Michael...” Towa whined with a frown as she paused to glance back at them.

Great. A hard-ass military type. Just what she needed. Not wanting to deal with that right now she simply shrugged off his warning, causing the man to scoff before brusquely walking away.

Thoughts of annoying military officers left her mind when her eyes caught sight of a very familiar hue of crimson. There was no possible way! Her eyes had to be playing tricks on her!

And yet even blinking wasn't enough to get the visage of the very familiar tall man out of her sight. “Red...Reaper...?”

“Huh?” Her mutter caused his attention to focus on her. “Well I'll be damned! Sylphid, is that you!?”

“Do... You two know each other?” Towa asked innocently.

Her question caused the now confirmed Randy Orlando to let out a barking laugh. “Know each other? Hell! Our dads murdered each other!”

“Um...” The older girl looked absolutely lost at that revelation.

“W-What are you doing here?” From what she could recall, the man across from her had left the Red Constellation jaeger corps about the same time as she became a full-fledged member of Zephyr. She was fortunate to have never fought the man herself, but Zephyr lost a lot of people thanks to the son of the War God.

Needless to say, seeing him here and now like this had thrown her for a complete loop.

The tall man gave an easy shrug. “You know how these things are. I was stationed over in Crossbell, but the Imperial Government thought I could use a change of scenery. So they offered me a transfer here. It was a deal I just couldn't refuse.”

“Huh...” It was obvious to her that he meant that last part very literally. It seemed that this school really was a dumping ground for people Erebonia didn't want to deal with. Oddly enough that was a comfort to her. “Guess our situations aren't all that different, though it was a bracer and not the government for me.”

“Ahh...” The man tried to appear sagely as he bobbed his head. He failed.

Towa looked nervous as she glanced between the two. “So you two used to be... enemies? I-Is that going to be a problem?”

“Nah.” Randy waved her off flippantly. “You don't need to worry 'bout a thing, Towa. When you're a jaeger yesterday's enemies are your friends today.” Despite herself she couldn't help but not in agreement. “It's a shame Fie's a little too young. Would love to share some drinks and swap stories with her.”

The Red Reaper paused as he glanced between the two girls thoughtfully. “Huh. Gonna need to step up my nickname game here. Gotta find something for the two of you...”

Fie blinked before sharing a glance with an equally befuddled Towa. Nicknames?

“Eh. Whatever. I'll come up with something later. I didn't see Sylphid on my list. She one of yours?”

“N-No. She's gonna be in Class VII.”

“With our war hero, huh? Is he here yet?”

Despite herself Fie couldn't help but perk up as she listened to the conversation. War hero? Even though she had mostly kept to herself these past two years it was impossible not to pick up things, especially from the war. While there were a few characters who fit the description, there was only one that was tied to Sara Valestein's former class. The same class that she now apparently found herself in.

She was going to be a student to the Ashen Chevalier.

Towa shook her head. “He won't be here until the day classes start.”

“That's a shame. I've heard plenty of stories about the guy.” The way Randy's eyes narrowed made it obvious to Fie that not all of those stories were positive. “Looking forward to meeting the man behind the legends myself. Ah well.” The older man glanced down at her. “Well, I got things to do, but we should hang out. Even without the drinks I still wanna hear what you've been up to these last few years.” With a wave he was gone.

Towa too seemed anxious to leave. “The first students will be arriving tomorrow so the principal wants me to make sure everything is ready for them. I'll talk to you later, Fie!”

And with that, the silver-hair girl found herself alone again. But while her earlier reservations about this entire situation remained, she couldn't help but be a little more interested in things. There were so many famous individuals teaching at this school. The Golden Rakshasa. Red Reaper. The Ashen Chevalier... Towa?

Perhaps this year would be more interesting than she had thought?

Chapter Text

Rean Schwarzer did his best to calm the butterflies in his stomach as he followed the other instructors to the field where the entrance ceremony was to be held. He thought he had prepared himself to take on the role of a teacher, but having this ceremony sprung on him without warning mere minutes after he arrived at Leeves was too much!

It didn't help that his fellow staff were total surprises to him, either. Professor Schmidt – despite being a rather difficult man to deal with on the best of occasions – was someone that Rean at least respected and thought he understood well enough. The same probably went for Major Michael, too. While this was his first encounter with the RMP officer he had worked with them plenty of time during his deployments, and Captain Claire was still someone he considered a friend despite everything that had happened.

It wasn't they who threw him for the biggest loop, however. That honor belonged to the principal. He had worked with Aurelia Le Guin during the annexation of North Ambria and knew her as a very... intense woman. While he certainly respected her drive and infinite skill, the idea of working under her was terrifying to say the least.

And Randolph Orlando... How is one supposed to get along with the best friend of a man he picked a fight with while working to occupy his home country? After that encounter in the Geofront the previous year Rean had taken it upon himself to read up on the Special Support Section and so he had a general understanding of the red-haired man. Despite only having a brief conversation he could feel an invisible barrier between them, and he wasn't sure they could get over it.

Thank Aidios for Towa Herschel. Having her back in his life again was an unexpected boon. Despite being much shorter than him she was someone he would always look up to and having a friendly face here did much to calm his nerves.

Descending down a ramp he and the other instructors laid eyes upon the students for the first time. With this being the Branch Campus and it being its first year of operations he wasn't surprised to see that there were only a couple dozen students present, a far cry from the hundred or so that made up his own graduating class. Idle conversation among the group of slightly younger individuals ceased as the teachers approached.

Already he could hear students muttering about the Ashen Chevalier, making it unfortunately clear that the fake glasses he was wearing hadn't done their job at all, something which surprised him greatly. Still, after a full year of having that unfortunate title he had learned to live with it and brushed it aside in lieu of observing the students in turn. Glancing among their ranks he could see plenty of unique individuals and he was looking forward to assisting them all as-

He blinked as his eyes met the gaze of Altina Orion. She was a student here too? In hindsight the quiet Intelligence Division member had been his partner ever since he became the Ashen Chevalier, so her being here to continue in that role only made sense. Still, despite the fact she was almost certainly there solely to keep an eye on him he found her continued presence to be a comforting one.

Next to her, however, was a girl that had truly caught his interest. Despite her tired expression and bored stance her eyes couldn't lie, as sharp chartreuse orbs remained fixed on him the entire time. He had a feeling that she was sizing him up. His mind recalled the phone conversation he had had with his own instructor a few days prior...

“Hello Rean! How is my favorite student doing today?” Came the annoyingly cheerful voice of his former teacher as he answered his orbment.

Despite himself he couldn't help but smile. “...Instructor Sara. It's been a while.” His smile faded a bit when he remembered the last time they had been together.

If she noticed his faltering mood she was tactful enough to ignore it. “Isn't it the other way around now, Instructor Rean?” Emphasis was placed on the instructor.

“Haha...” He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. Even after being offered and accepting the offer from Prince Olivert it still hadn't settled in on him yet that he was soon to be a teacher. “Is there a reason you're calling me?” Knowing his former teacher there was a high likelihood that she wanted to hand off some of her work on him.

“What? Do I need a reason to want to chat with my favorite student?” His silence was deafening, causing Sara to cough awkwardly. “...Anyhow. I need your help.”

He knew it. Rean was about to call her out on that, but paused when he saw her expression. It was deadly serious with a tint of desperation mixed in. “Recently a girl was arrested in Bareahard. She's someone I've been interested in these last two years, but couldn't find until now.” She paused and bit her lip, as if trying to figure out how much to say on the matter. “...Her background is almost identical to mine.”

Rean's eyes widened in realization. So the girl was a former jaeger. It didn't take a genius to put the pieces together. “...You want to place her in my class?”

“Bingo. I've already talked to your principal, and will be taking her to Leeves tomorrow.”

Having a former jaeger in his class... He remembered when it became known that their instructor was a former Northern Jaeger. Even after half a year together that news was enough to send a few of his classmates for a loop. Having a fellow student with a background like that would make things very difficult.

And yet despite all that. “Of course. I'd be glad to have her.” Others liked to tease him for his desire to help others, but he wouldn't be who he was if he ever changed that.

“Thank you.” Sara said sincerely with a relieved smile. “It won't be easy, but you're getting a real powerhouse here. If I had to guess, she's only a little weaker than you. Still, I don't think she has any concept of teamwork, and her academics are...” A helpless shrug was her only answer.

The conversation continued for a while after that, with the older woman now willing to go into full detail on Fie Claussell. A former member of the Zephyr jaeger corps who fled on her own at the age of fifteen when they disbanded. A girl who had been surviving on her own for the past two years.

A girl who was to be a student of his.

It wasn't hard for him to identify the silver-haired girl as the topic of that conversation. He had no idea what the future held in store for them, but he was determined to do his best. Once again swallowing his nerves the novice instructor shot the girl the most confident smile he could manage.

Fie did her best to ignore the excited chattering of the other students as they waited for the teachers to arrive and the entrance ceremony to begin. While she wasn't at all enthused for the semester to finally begin, she was at least appreciative of the fact that the long wait was finally over. Better to just get this over with.

Because she remained apart from the conversations it didn't surprise her that she was the first to notice the group of teachers as they approached from the school building, although out of the corner of her eye she spotted another girl on the opposite end of the formation pick up on that fact a fraction of a second later. The inane chattering died down briefly as the others turned to look, but soon picked up again as the others began recognizing the approaching figures. Mutterings about the Golden Rakshasa and Ashen Chevalier filled her ears.

Speaking of which, her first impression of Erebonia's hero was... not very good. Sure the black-haired man walked with the light steps of a seasoned martial artist, but for someone hailed as a great hero she had expected a lot more. She wasn't sure he could even handle any of Zephyr's regimental commanders, let alone the true powerhouses like the Boss or Principal Le Guin.

Not to mention those fake glasses he was wearing were pretty atrocious.

Sometime during her observations the assorted teachers came to a halt in front of the formation. Credit where credit was due, as the Ashen Chevalier must have noticed he was being observed as after a cursory glance at the other students his eyes locked onto hers. Perhaps the smarter move would have been for her to glance away and not draw attention to herself, but she wasn't in the mood to back down.

After a few seconds of mutual eye contact the teacher flashed her a quick smile and a nod. She was still not impressed.

Her observations were broken as the annoying military man began the ceremony by having the other teachers call out their class rosters. As she was already well aware of her class assignment she didn't react as Randy and Towa read off their lists, even if a part of her was hoping that something had changed and she would be in Randy's class instead.

What she did notice, however, was that after those two classes had been called out there were only four students – herself included – remaining. Just great. She was in the 'special' class.

Once that was all finished the principal began a speech of her own. It was mostly the crap she had told her her first day here, but it was pretty funny seeing the other teachers and students react to her calling the place a trash bin. A part of Fie wondered if Aurelia's final offer to the students to pack their bags and leave if they weren't prepared applied to her.

A sharp glance from the Golden Rakshasa directed her way gave her her answer - It did not.

As the other students began leaving with their teachers Fie took the time to observe her fellow classmates: A confused looking girl with obnoxious pink hair, a slender blue-haired boy, and a tiny girl with an admittedly cool hat and bored expression. “Just where are we supposed to go?” Asked the noble.

She considered answering the question, but decided that yawning was a more suitable use of her time. Perhaps that was a mistake, as doing so drew the eyes of the three students and their soon-to-be teacher. “General- er, Principal. Could I get you to announce the final class?”

“Very well.” Aurelia stated, before focusing her sharp gaze on the four of them. “We'll be picking up after the main campus' classes I through VI with our own classes VII through IX. The four of you make up Class VII: Special Operations. Your instructor will be him. Rean Schwarzer.” Having finished her statement the Rakshasa turned and followed the other classes back into the building.

While pink and blue looked confused, Fie noticed that the tiny girl didn't flinch at all. Perhaps she too had some understanding of this arrangement? Special Operations... If nothing else that name held some promise and she could understand why the class was much smaller compared to the others. A smaller squad made sense for more specialized missions, after all.

“Instructor Schwarzer! Barked out the military instructor. “Gather your squad and follow us!” Alongside him was the old professor and an excited blonde girl that Fie was pretty sure she had seen in Towa's class.

“Yes, Instructor Michael.” With a nod the young teacher turned towards the group. “You heard the man. Class VII, follow me.”

Since refusing wasn't exactly an option, Fie and the other three began trailing the two instructors and the other girl, although she did so at a far more sedate pace than the others. The path they were taking was one she had never been on and despite herself she couldn't help but be curious about the strange building that they were headed to that was so far away from the rest of campus.

That and she could tell that there was a person tailing them. And yet every time she glanced towards where she believed it to be they were gone, hinting at a high level of skill.

The place they arrived at was no stranger up close than it had been at a distance. The building – called Einhel Keep – was a training ground that was supposedly completely customizable thanks to the orbal technology inside. The fact that technology had evolved so much in the past few years was shocking, but the news that they were being forced into a monster infested dungeon as their initiation wasn't. Zephyr had a similar initiation, after all.

Afterwords the group – minus Instructor Michael – entered the keep, where the professor and blonde girl separated towards what she assumed was a control room of some kind. That left the five members of Class VII at the entrance of the large metallic building. The room itself was pretty barren and she found herself more interested in the private conversation between their teacher and her thus-far silent classmate. It seemed that they had some kind of history together?

Brushing off their curiosity, Rean turned to face her and the others. “Let's start with introductions while everything's being prepped. I just got here earlier today, so I'm sorry I haven't had time to speak with you three yet. I'm-”

“Why even bother introducing yourself?” Pink groused. “We all know you're Rean Schwarzer, the Ashen Chevalier.” The way the girl went on and on about his publicly known achievements with such a mocking tone made it clear she wasn't a fan. Eventually Blue started chiming in with his own knowledge of the hero, but given the bland way he was speaking it wasn't as clear what his opinion of their teacher was.

For her part, Fie didn't really care. He had a fancy title, but that didn't mean too much. Many jaegers had nicknames. She was Sylphid, after all. While he hadn't impressed her thus far he was still the former student of Sara Valestein which meant he probably had some skill. For now, she was simply content to observe this man who was to lead her for the next two years.

There was a pained grimace on the face of the hero, but he recovered quickly. “You're both well-informed, though calling me a 'hero' is a bit much. I'd still like to say a little bit about myself.” The young teacher smiled as he looked between them all. “As you know, I'm Rean Schwarzer. I'm a graduate of Thors Military Academy's main campus. I got my diploma just last month and I'm starting as an instructor here at the branch campus today.

I'll be overseeing martial arts and Panzer Soldat training outside the classroom. Inside the classroom, I'll be teaching history. That is, of course, in addition to being the homeroom teacher for Class VII: Special Operations.”

Fie blinked. Panzer Soldat training? Sure she knew about those new armored machines, and had even witnessed them a few times during the October War, but she had no idea the school was gonna let her pilot one. That actually sounded kinda awesome.

History on the other hand could go die in a fire for all she cared.

I'll go next.” Blue stated dryly. “My name is Kurt Vander. I'm from the capital.”

The instructor seemed pretty interested in Blue's... Kurt's family name, which made sense since the Vanders were pretty famous, even among jaeger corps. Bl- Kurt didn't seem nearly as impressive as his family, and it was clear he felt the same way based on the frustrations he expressed when Rean brought up his family. Yet his main concern seemed to be his slim build.

Something which Fie found to be dumb. Small and quick trumped big and slow any day.

“By the way, are those glasses fake? They don't look good on you at all. You should probably get rid of them.”

“Oof...”

Well, there was something she could agree with Kurt on, at least. She almost let herself snort in amusement, but kept it back at the last second. Something which Pink couldn't manage to do.

Which naturally drew all attention to her, much to her annoyance. “I'm Juna Crawford. I transferred here from the Crossbell Police Academy. And honestly, I'd rather not be here... but if that's how it's gonna be, then I'll just have to make the most of it!”

Given the way she snapped at the teacher for mentioning Crossbell Fie had a feeling that she was a bleeding heart patriot with a chip on her shoulder. And since their teacher was one of the more famous names in the occupation...

Yeah. This was going to be a major headache.

With the two noisy ones finished it came down her and the other girl to go next. She shared a silent staring contest with her competition and smirked when the shorter girl sighed and looked away. “Altina Orion. Formerly part of the Imperial Army's Intelligence Division.”

An intelligence agent? Fie knew little about one of Erebonia's most secretive agencies, but if there was an agent in this class it meant that there was someone worth observing. While she knew her own admission was sure to draw some attention, she didn't think it was enough to warrant that level of scrutiny. Between that background and their obvious history together it didn't take a jaeger to put the pieces together. Being the Ashen Chevalier wasn't all it was cracked up to be it seemed.

Juna and Kurt shared a glance, clearly confused by her statement. “Uhh...”

“My affiliation with them ended upon my enrollment here... on paper. Please, think nothing of it.” Alright, questionable affiliation aside Fie had a good feeling about this girl. Anyone who could blurt out something like that in complete deadpan was someone she could get along with.

“Hold up!” Juna on the other hand was a very loud individual. “What do you mean, 'on paper'?!”

“Slip of the tongue. Oops.”

This time Fie couldn't help the amused snort from escaping her, something which drew four pairs of eyes onto her. She let out a resigned sigh. “Fie Claussell. ” The three other students stared at her, two expectantly and one deadpan, clearly expecting her to say more. The instructor meanwhile let out a sigh, but forced a weak smile onto his face once it became clear that she had no intention of continuing.

Too bad for them. Circumstances were forcing her to be here, but that didn't mean she needed to associate with them any more then needed. In her eyes they were just a bunch of green kids despite the fact that they were the same age as her. They were completely useless. Her instructor probably had some skill, but what could she possibly learn from some trumped-up hero?

“Th-Thank you for waiting!” Came the voice of the blonde girl over the intercom, breaking the awkward silence of her making. “Preparations are now complete for the Level 0 Einhel trial.”

“Understood. Give us just a moment!” Rean replied before reaching into his pocket and pulling out an orbment. “Each of you were given one of these, right?”

She had. It was a good thing that she had kept an ear open to the advances in military technology while running solo missions, as the ARCUS II unit now in her hands was a far more advanced orbment than the second-hand Enigma I she had acquired from the black market the previous year. Still, even if she vaguely understood how the machine worked she did keep an ear opened towards the instructor's explanation. Although it was her first time with a master quartz the process seemed simple enough and she was quick to choose the large time master quartz out of all his offered options and slot it into her new orbment.

Once everyone finished the cantankerous scientist's voice sounded out, telling them about the upcoming trial. All they needed to do was make it back to their current location alive to pass. It sounded simple enough to her.

She did perk up when she heard the other girl yell something about a red lever. That was somewhat concerning. “Hey!” Rean warned. “Watch the floor!”

Putting the pieces together immediately Fie was quick to react. Even as the floor began to give way under her feet she was already reaching into her jacket. Many of her jaeger tools had been lost over the years, but there was one that she had managed to keep in working shape, and now was the time to use it.

Her trusty grappling hook.

With a quick shot she successfully latched onto the ceiling. Fie contented herself with hanging out and observing the others. Juna and Kurt had been too surprised by the floor giving out to do anything, instead sliding down into the depths. Altina meanwhile, was now floating on... something. It kinda reminded her of the archaisms she had occasionally fought against during her travels, but at the same time was quite different. The two girls locked eyes and she couldn't help but find her fellow silver-haired girl's flat judgmental stare amusing.

Rean meanwhile had initially allowed gravity to do its thing, but had halted his descent to stare up at her with a deadpan look. “C'mon Fie. Get down from there so we can take the trial.” Still she refused to comply, causing him to sigh once again. “Don't make me cut you down!” His warning came with the man drawing his eastern style sword.

“...Lame.” Not wanting to lose her tool, the girl finally relented and detached the hook. Although the drop wasn't that far she still braced herself for a rough landing. Only it never came.

Instead she found herself caught in the waiting arms of her instructor. “Not letting you get away. Let's go, Altina!”

It was humiliating being carried like some child, but given how deceptively firm his grip was she had little alternative but to bear it as the two of them slid down the hole while Altina floated alongside them. Fortunately for what was left of her pride the descent wasn't far, and as soon as they reached the bottom she forced herself out of his now relaxed grip.

First task when entering a combat zone, naturally, was to scan the immediate area for hostiles. She could hear some monsters down a distant hall, but the room they were in was completely void of enemies. This did not inspire confidence that this little incursion would be anything more than a waste of her time. What was the point of a trap door like that if it didn't drop you into an immediate ambush?

With the coast clear she turned back towards her 'comrades'. The sight of Kurt and Juna tangled up on the floor together in a very compromising position was both surprising and quite funny. Doubly so once the two students realized their position and hurried to their feet. Mount Juna was prepping for eruption and it was all the Vander swordsman could do to stand there and accept his punishment from the flustered girl.

“How unusual that all of you ended up in obscene positions. Perhaps your indecent behavior is spreading, instructor?”

“All of you...?” Fie could only glare at the other girl for drawing attention to her like that, as Juna glanced back and forth between her and the instructor, quickly coming to her own conclusion. “Tch! All men are pigs!”

Rean let out an awkward cough. “...Anyhow. Before we begin I want to learn everyone's combat styles so we can work together and get out of here safely.”

“Understood. These are my weapons.” Kurt was the one to lead them off as he drew a pair of short swords. As someone who also specialized in fast strikes Fie could appreciate the skill needed to wield weapons like that effectively, even if she found the swords to be a bit on the dull side. That being said, it continued to annoy her just how disdainful Kurt seemed to be about his own fighting style and physique. A brute with a greatsword would have good range and power, sure, but as soon as you got inside their reach they were easy pickings.

“Well, Juna, how about you?”

“I'm still not down for all of this.” The pink-hair girl growled in frustration. “But I get it. This is a military academy, so here you go.”

Her weapons were rather more complex and unusual in Fie's eyes. During Zephyr's missions to the east they had encountered tonfa wielders before, so the weapon itself was nothing new to Fie. It was the fact that Juna's tonfas had orbal guns built in that threw her for a loop.

Tonfas were supposed to be a defensive melee weapon, designed for blocking strikes before countering, so she could only imagine that trying to aim and fire a gun after a block would take extraordinary skill, something which she doubted the other girl currently possessed. The entire weapon felt very contradictory to her.

The reminder that Juna trained at a police academy did explain it a little bit. This was a weapon designed with suppression in mind, not lethality.

Seeing Rean's gaze shift towards her, Fie reluctantly drew her own weapons. “These are my gunblades.” She really should have stopped there, but seeing the little rivalry between Juna and Kurt with their own weapons caused her to brag a little. “...They combine the lethality of swords with the suppressive firepower of guns. A deadly combination.”

“...Another dual wielder.” Kurt seemed too interested in her choice of armaments to let her dig bother him. A shame.

“Grr....” Juna however was a different story.

“Alright you three.” A shame Rean wasn't inclined to let her have her fun. “You're up next, Altina.”

The final member of the class stepped forward, which was enough to divert the attention of the other two. It seemed that neither of them actually believed that Altina could fight due to her younger appearance. The reveal that her approximate age was fourteen did little to alleviate their concerns.

“I don't see the problem. I've been fighting since-” Fie cut herself off. What was wrong with her!? Was she really about to reveal a piece of her background just like that?

“Huh?”

“What?” Great. And now all eyes were on her. Altina didn't say anything, but the way her eyes narrowed in interest was unsettling. Right. Intelligence Agent. Fie was sure that she was now going to be under more scrutiny from that girl in the future.

Rean too remained quiet, but his pitying look pissed her off. She did not want his useless sympathy! Damn Sara for forcing her onto a bleeding-heart hero like this!

Her anger faded as once again Altina summoned her robot. Now that she could get a better look at it... it was still weird. Especially since it seemed to communicate by making a bunch of funny noises.

The large black shell was vaguely humanoid in appearance, but floated off the ground. Given how she had witnessed the machine carry Altina safely down the trap door it was obviously very powerful. There were no visible armaments, but her instincts were telling her that it was anything but defenseless. Its fists alone looked strong enough to punch through a wall and the visible eye was extremely suspicious.

“Claiomh Solais – a combat shell. The latest version of a line of special weaponry. Further details are classified. Suffice to say, it will contribute to our overall fighting strength.”

It was clear that Altina commanded it somehow. Perhaps if they ended up in a fight the solution would be to somehow slip around the shell and target the girl herself? She would have to observe that duo during the upcoming trial.

After the confusion and interest that Altina's weapon created Rean drawing his eastern sword was an absolute bore in comparison. Still, while a tachi was hardly the most interesting weapon she wasn't entirely unfamiliar with the Eight Leaves One Blade school that their teacher practiced. It was one of the few dedicated martial styles that the Boss actually respected. Something about it being more versatile than most of the other ones?

Either way, any style practiced by the likes of Arios MacLaine, Yun Ka-fai, and Alan Richard had to at least be somewhat decent. She doubted that this hero could hold a candle to any of them, but she at least expected him to be able to hold his own in a fight.

With all the introductions finished Rean turned towards the only exit in the room. “That covers everyone, then. Let's be on our way. We're currently on floor B1. If we make it back up to ground level, this little trial will be over. I'll give you some tips along the way on combat, how to use arts, and your ARCUS units. Follow me, and proceed carefully and deliberately.”

Fie rolled her eyes. Tips on combat and arts? Please. She would be greatly disappointed if anyone in this group needed help on how to fight or use an art. She would freely admit that she wasn't the best at using a combat orbment as she much preferred to use her speed and skill with her gunblades, but it was still stuff the others in Zephyr taught her when she was ten years old!

At least the information about the ARCUS II should be interesting. There had to be more features in the newest gen combat orbment beyond the simple master quartz that was introduced a few years back, right?

“Okay! Let's just go!” Despite her own obvious reservations Juna seemed pretty pumped up.

“I'll give it my all.” And Kurt clearly still had a major chip on his shoulder.

As for her? She yawned. This trial would have been a lot more interesting if she could go out on her own, but sadly she was stuck with a hero and some rookies. Hopefully she didn't fall asleep.

After giving Fie a flat look Altina began following in the footsteps of their instructor. “Commence mission.”

Chapter Text

Kurt Vander exhaled heavily as he went through another set of sword repetitions. Perhaps it was unwise of him to be practicing so soon after the ordeals of that day – that would explain why he was the only one in the modest training room of the dormitory – but he couldn't help himself. The practiced motions of swinging the dual blades of Vander wasn't merely an exercise for him. It was a way for him to calm his mind to reflect upon earlier events.

His first day at the so-called trash bin known as Thors Branch Campus had not been anything like what he had expected. To be placed in such a unique squad as Class VII was and being forced to spend the day in some metal labyrinth fighting hordes of monsters... Maybe he had made a mistake in choosing to come here instead of the main campus? Not to mention the others in Class VII: Special Operations...

He had always been told to keep an open mind about things and not to pass judgment without seeing everything there was to see, but he couldn't help but be woefully underwhelmed by the Ashen Chevalier. Sure the guy was mostly famous for his Divine Knight, but as a fellow swordsman Kurt had been hoping for something more from his new teacher. He seemed competent enough, but could Kurt truly benefit from being under the tutelage of someone so inexperienced himself?

Then again, his brother and uncle always had positive things to say about the hero the few times he came up in conversation, and Kurt was well aware that they were wiser than he ever could hope to be. And even if he didn't stand out during most of the battles, there was that one time when he and Juna had let their guards down around a monster and the instructor had stepped in before Fie or Altina could to vanquish it...

Perhaps he could understand why he was always told to keep an open mind. He would simply have to continue observing the man to discern the truth of the matter.

As for his fellow classmates... His first impression of Juna Crawford had been... soft.

The young swordsman flushed and completely messed up his current swing. Although he had played it off at the time, that was a most humiliating experience and it would be best to wipe it from his mind... Something easier said than done, unfortunately.

Beyond that unfortunate accident, it was clear that the pink-haired girl had a massive chip on her shoulder, one that he was fairly certain was due to her status as a Crossbellian native. While he personally could not understand her current attitude, he could at least appreciate the complexities of the situation that brought her to Erebonia. Best to simply avoid bringing up the recently annexed territory while in her presence.

Altina Orion was an enigma. Between her young age, her weird combat shell, her prior affiliation, her mysterious past with their instructor, and her quiet nature, Kurt was left with many questions regarding that classmate. She was a hard individual for him to trust, but at the very least she seemed approachable enough.

Which was a lot more than he could say for his final classmate. Fie Claussell might be even more mysterious. The girl revealed absolutely nothing about herself beyond her name. And while Altina might have conducted herself in a robotic manner, everything Fie said or did was wrapped up in an all-encompassing air of apathy and indifference.

As he unleashed a spinning assault with his blades he laid eyes upon his ARCUS II unit resting comfortably on his discarded jacket. That reminded him of his first true interaction with the silver-haired girl...

Progress through Einhel Keep – while not particularly quick – had been proceeding safely for the students and instructor of Class VII. The first few monster encounters they had had were vanquished with ease, letting Kurt understand that at the very least his new comrades were competent enough for this trial.

Things changed, however, when they came across a rather dangerous looking large monster. “A Fate Spinner, huh...” For some reason Instructor Rean sounded oddly nostalgic as they gazed upon the enemy from a safe distance. Shaking his head the older man turned and addressed the group. “This seems as good a time as any to make use of your combat links.”

Although Kurt had never utilized this feature of the ARCUS before, he had heard about it from his family multiple times and was quite looking forward to taking advantage of the most notable feature of the orbment. He and the others listened patiently as his fellow sword user explained how to go about creating a link and the benefits it provided.

Being able to link up with someone else to take advantage of their senses and thoughts in combat... It still sounded so absurd, even to him. Rean must have understood their disbelief as he let out a brief chuckle before briefly forming a link with each and every one of them. It was such an odd feeling, as if he was just now discovering a sixth sense that he had possessed all along, only to feel a hollow emptiness once he terminated the connection.

After the demonstration the instructor told them all to link up before the battle began. Juna – as impetuous as ever – was first to make her decision, snubbing her nose at him before turning to the youngest girl in the group. “I'm with Altina!”

Said girl subtly glanced towards Rean, but at his nod let out a sigh. “Very well.” After a couple short seconds their orbments lit up as a connection was established.

By the process of elimination that left him with only one possible partner candidate. “Very well.” He muttered before turning his attention to Fie. “Shall we give it a shot?” She merely hummed in agreement before the two dual blade users focused on their ARCUS II units.

For a while nothing happened and Kurt wondered if they were doing something wrong, but after a very long delay he felt it. He was pretty sure it was a combat link, but... “It feels so weak...”

“Understandable.” Rean was quick to interject. “The strength of a combat link is tied to the trust between the users. Two of my old classmates couldn't even form a stable link for a few months, so don't feel bad. I am positive that in time all of you will be able to instantly form extremely stable links with all of your classmates.”

Despite his assurances, Kurt was still bothered. Sure the girls needed some time to form their link, but neither of them seemed all that bothered by the strength of their connection. Did he just have a trust problem. Or...

He turned towards his new partner, only to find her already walking towards the monster with her usual indifference.

He later got his answer when during the final battle against the absurd Magic Knight after it had knocked both he and Juna away with a mighty blow, leaving only Instructor Rean and Fie locked in melee with it. Taking the fight seriously the instructor was quick to abandon his neutrality and form a link with the gunblade user, leaving Kurt without a partner. As he got back to his feet he noticed that Juna was dazed and would be out of the fight for a few seconds. Locking eyes with Altina the younger girl nodded and shortly after a link was established between the two. One that was nearly as strong as the demonstration link Rean had formed with him.

So if he wasn't the one struggling with forming a stable link it stood to reason that the quietest girl in the class was. Some level of trepidation at fighting alongside complete strangers in an unfamiliar setting was understandable, but even still...

And yet even through that greatly diminished combat link Kurt understood very well that the girl was skilled. Extremely so, in fact. With their weapons being so similar it wasn't at all hard to notice that she was always a step ahead of him and her evasive maneuvers were quicker. Her instincts were also extremely sharp and the young swordsman had been startled upon realizing that he had been relying on her senses through the link over his own at times.

So much of his life had been dedicated towards a singular goal. Having that goal taken away from him had stung a lot, but he had assumed that with his skills he would be able to recover eventually and find a new purpose. Even if his skills paled in comparison to the titans of his family he still believed in them. So to have some mysterious unknown girl show up and put all of that to shame...

It stung. It stung a lot.

He let out a sigh as he stopped his training session. There was no point in continuing as his attempts at calming his mind had had the opposite effect, and his swings were getting unusually sloppy. Mayhap getting some sorely needed rest would do his body and mind what training could not.

Still, as distressful as the current situation was, Kurt Vander was not one to give up. At the very least he was now confident that his classmates and instructor were at least worthy of observation. He had to believe that by studying his peers he could achieve some modest improvement in his usage of the Vander Dual Blade Style.

'Fie Claussell...' Even if the girl had inadvertently hurt his pride he couldn't help but find himself curious. A quiet girl with trust issues and a skill level that far exceeded what someone of her age should possess? It didn't escape his notice that Instructor Rean seemingly knew something about it, based on the occasional glances he sent her both before and during the trial.

Class VII: Special Operations. What a fascinating mystery.

“Urgh! How come we were the only class who had to go through some shady trial today?” The pink-haired girl growled as she placed some object from her bag onto the table with far more force than was necessary.

“I would assume it has to with our class designation of 'Special Operations.' The much softer and calmer voice of her other classmate replied.

Given the large room she had been assigned Fie knew it was inevitable that she would eventually be stuck with roommates and she wasn't at all surprised when it ended up being both Juna and Altina. Still, for someone who had spent the greater part of the last two years living on her own it was a surprisingly disconcerting feeling. Those two days with Sara had not prepared her for just how loud Juna Crawford could be, even if the bracer's snoring came damn close.

“I-I know that!” Juna retorted hotly. “But still! We're the only ones still unpacking! All the other students arrived here much earlier!”

Altina's shrug was minute, but still noticeable. “I fail to see the problem. It isn't as if we were able to bring much of our personal belongings here.” Especially true for the intelligence agent who seemed to possess little more than Fie herself did.

The Crossbellian clucked her tongue in annoyance as she set a framed picture down gently. Even from across the room Fie could tell that it was a family photo of some sort. There was no other explanation for that much pink.

“And what about you?” Damn. Her curious look hadn't gone unnoticed. “All your stuff was already unpacked. What gives?”

Fie took the time to ponder between answering or ignoring her classmate. Sadly her conclusion was that ignoring Juna would lead to more hassle, especially as Altina was also glancing at her with interest. “I've been here for a week already.”

“I was under the impression that students only started arriving here yesterday.”

She let out a groan before rising from her bed to look at the other two. “My reasons are... complicated. Let's just say that it definitely wasn't by choice.” That was all she was willing to admit to these complete unknowns.

“Ahhh.” For some reason Juna seemed satisfied by her vague answer. “I get that much.”

For a time it was quiet as she laid back on her bed while the other two finished decorating their sections of the room. As much as she would have loved to go to sleep then and there she had a feeling that the others still had more to say.

And sure enough, it happened. “Classes begin tomorrow morning. Given the distance we need to travel and the necessity of breakfast I do believe it will be prudent to wake up at an early hour. Do either of you object to a 0630 wake-up?”

Fie did. She absolutely did. Given the audible groan Juna let out it was clear that she did too. Unfortunately, the girl was a coward who capitulated immediately in the face of their classmate. “I... Fine. It's gonna suck, but I would rather not be late on our first day.”

Although considering Juna a coward when she herself never bothered with a counter might have been a bit unnecessary. Whatever. If she needed to she could simply turn off the alarm clock as soon as they stop paying attention. “Very well.” Altina intoned. “Claiomh Solais has been set to wake us up at that hour.”

...Or not. Fie had a sinking suspicion that the combat shell did not have an off switch anywhere. Especially as it didn't seem to be in the room with them. Did it perhaps have some kind of stealth functionality?

Either way it was clear that she was now doomed to early mornings.

If that was her fate than it would be best to sleep sooner rather than later and thankfully it seemed that the other two girls had the same idea. After a few brief words that she did not partake in the lights were turned off and the three of them settled in for the night.

Fie found herself unable to comprehend what she had just witnessed, even as she continued to stare blankly at the spot where it had all happened.

She was the only one still planted there, however, as the area around her was a flurry of activity. One by one everyone began to depart, with the imposing Sigmund Orlando hefting up the body of his deceased brother before leading the Red Constellation away. All of this she saw as she continued to stare, but none of it penetrated the haze of shock and confusion that commanded her brain.

“Well, damn.” A lazy voice drawled near her. “This sucks.”

“An unfortunate result, but not entirely unexpected.” His partner confirmed with just the tiniest tinge of melancholy in his deep voice.

“Yep. He didn't win, but at least he can rest knowing he didn't lose either. And given how wild the fight was... I'm sure he's happy in Gehenna right now. Still...” The first man let out a sigh. “Hard to believe that this it for Zephyr.”

That was enough to break through Fie's shock. “What!?” Wide eyes turned towards the two men even as her brain began to process that many of her friends were already gone.

“His final orders.” Leo explained. “Were he to fall in this battle than we all were to go our separate ways.” Although his voice was level the veteran jaeger had a hard time looking her in the eyes.

“What!?” She repeated, voice cracking. “Zephyr's... disbanding?” And why were they so calm about his death? Sure she knew that deaths were common among jaegers, but this was the Boss. The sole pillar in her life. The invincible figure that had taken her in and given her a purpose in life.

And now he was gone.

“...What am I supposed to do now?” She pleaded for an answer.

“Don't worry about it.” Xeno tried to reassure her to no avail. “Just hang out here for a bit and I'm sure you'll find your answer.” Did he know something she didn't?

Leo stepped forward and placed a massive hand on her shoulder in what was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze. It did anything but for her. “I am certain that we will meet again, but for now we have our own duty.”

Xeno let out a sigh. “Someones gotta take care of Boss, you know? Well, see ya, Fie.” With a lazy wave he departed at a high speed, with Leo silently following him but a second later. Neither of them bothered to look back at her.

And just like that, she was completely alone. Breathing became difficult as she began to process the abandonment that had just occurred. Still, she refused to cry. Jaegers did not cry.

Xeno said that she was supposed to just wait there for some reason, but could she really do that? Not even the hardest moments of her jaeger career had left her feeling this confused or afraid. Every second spent in this accursed place left her feeling lonelier and lonelier. Could she really continue to endure this misery?

Her legs made her decision before her brain could. She was Sylphid. Running was what she did best.

She had no destination in mind, but that was fine. Anywhere else was better than remaining there. Even the local monsters gave her a wide berth, as if supporting her decision.

She ran. On and on she went. She continued running until day gave way to night, but even that did not stop her. Her legs were burning, but that was good. The pain kept her mind from focusing on other things.

Sadly for her reality dictated that she could not run forever. A simple tree branch - hidden in the darkness and aided by her exhausted state – was enough to end her journey. The now former jaeger let out a yelp as she tumbled messily into the ground.

Try as she might her tired body was unable to rise again. And what was the point? Everything she knew was now gone.

As she lay there in a tumbled heap she couldn't hold it in any longer. For the first time in years she sobbed freely, both lamenting the life she had lost and terrified for what a now uncertain future held in store for her.

With a jolt Fie woke. She was breathing hard and sweat drenched her body, but in that moment she didn't notice any of it. That nightmare again...

She had always been told that nightmares were the worst scenes that a person's mind could conjure. Their greatest fears made manifest. So what did it say about her that her most frequent nightmare was an actual event that had happened in her past?

Letting out a miserable groan Fie sat up. One didn't need a clock to tell that it was still the middle of the night. Just great.

Not wanting to immediately risk a perilous sleep again the troubled girl took a moment to look around the room. There was no real purpose to her action, but time spent mindlessly observing her surroundings in the dark was time not spent laying in her bed dreading the hours to come.

Her casual observation came to a half when she noticed a pair of green eyes staring back at her in apparent concern. Dammit! She didn't think she had been that loud, but somehow she had managed to catch the attention of a now awake Altina.

Silence filled the room as Fie dreaded whatever her classmate was about to say. A part of her wanted to warn Altina to mind her own business and leave her alone, but she did kinda feel bad about waking the younger girl up. Still, she had no desire to answer the unspoken question that she knew was coming-

Eyes widened in shock when Altina merely gave the tiniest of nods before turning away and resting her head back on the pillow. That was it? She wasn't going to press her?

Thinking about it more rationally she supposed it did make some sense. From her earlier observations it was clear that the other girl was almost as quiet as she was. Either she was being considerate of Fie's feelings or simply didn't see the need to make a scene out of it. Either way, Fie appreciated it.

Of course given that Altina was a (former?) member of the Intelligence Division she was sure that this scene wouldn't actually be forgotten anytime soon, even if it was never mentioned again.

For some reason this all made her feel a little better. Her current situation still sucked, but at least it didn't seem to be the worst case scenario she had feared. It would be a long time before she even considered trusting the other members of Class VII, but...

With a tired yawn the girl laid back down. She was still wary of the nightmare coming back, but now she was calm enough to risk dreamland once again. And it would be best to be well rested before classes tomorrow-

Oh, right. Classes. Nope. This was still the worst case scenario.

The worst case scenario wasn't realized the next day, but only because the teachers dedicated the first day towards classroom orientation instead of actual teaching. She and the rest of Class VII were ushered from room to room – often alongside one of the larger classes – to listen to all the teachers go on and on about what they would be going over during the year. She assumed that was the case for most schools, not that she had any real experience in the matter. Still, it was an unexpected boon and one she would gladly take.

Sadly for her, however, her immediate plans of avoiding all the boring lectures by taking a quick nap in class were dashed as it soon became clear that Randy, Rean, and the Major were all too observant for that. They would always notice whenever her eyes closed for an extended period. Aurelia presumably was that observant too, but she wasn't suicidal enough to even consider trying it during her lecture on arts and music and whatever.

The only class that she was sure she could get away with it in was her current class as Towa chattered on and on excitedly. Seriously, how could anyone be that happy to talk about economics? And yet even if the opportunity was there she resisted solely out of respect for the older girl who had been surprisingly helpful during her week at Leeves.

...How long that respect would last was still to be determined, but for now she forced herself to sit there combating boredom while listening to a bunch of words that didn't make any sense to her.

“How can someone that tiny be a teacher?” A confused Juna whispered loud enough for the four members of Class VII to hear. Fie suppressed a grin, glad to know that someone else shared her thoughts on the matter.

Since she wasn't able to make any sense of the plan that Towa was laying out the ex-jaeger instead focused her attention on her classmates. Subtly, of course. Altina – the person next to her – seemed to be focused on the lesson, but there was a hint of disinterest in her eyes. Next to her was Juna, who appeared to be about as bored and confused as Fie was. A kindred spirit. Kurt meanwhile had a notebook opened and was diligently jotting down notes with intense focus.

After a tediously long wait class finally ended. That was the final class of the day, but sadly that didn't mean that school was finished. There was still the final homeroom for the day. With Juna leading the way she and the others made their way back to Class VII's classroom where their instructor was busy looking over a paper.

Unsurprisingly, he was quick to notice them. “Good job on your first day, everyone. How did you find your classes?”

Fie wasn't all too inclined to answer, and given the silence it seemed that she wasn't alone in her sentiment. Eventually, however, someone had to crack under Rean's expectant smile, and she wasn't at all surprised when it was Juna who budged first. “They were fine, I guess? But is this really all we're gonna be doing here?”

Kurt nodded in agreement. “I too was led to believe that our enrollment would entail... more.”

For his part Rean didn't seem all that bothered, instead giving a small smile. “I remember thinking the same thing during my time as a student. A crazy initiation followed by normal classes...” He chuckled nostalgically. “You won't need to worry about that for long. You will be given a couple weeks to settle into classes, but after that you can expect to see more. Combat lessons, club activities, Panzer Soldat training, and a fun little surprise the principal has cooked up for near the end of the month.”

The others seemed placated by his response as they all returned to their seats to wait out the end of the day. Rean – ever the dutiful instructor – went over the rules the students were expected to follow in town or in the dorms. There really weren't all that many of them as it was quite clear that Aurelia Le Guin ran a very loose ship. Still, there was an unspoken warning to his message:

You are allowed to do whatever you wanted within reason, but if you somehow managed to draw the principals ire than not even Aidios herself could save you from the principal.

It was a threat that she had already heard from the woman herself, but it was still pretty intimidating to her. The others began to look a little paler as the warning sank in.

The sound of a bell chiming signaled the end of the day and she prepared to make her return to the dorms. “Before you guys go.” Rean stopped them. “I discovered a nice little bakery in town last night and was thinking we could all head over there as a class. My treat.”

Fie rolled her eyes. Just great. She had been worried that their teacher was one of those obnoxious overly friendly types and it seems those fears had been confirmed. Still, this wasn't an official class activity so she could simply refuse and based on the looks that both Juna and Kurt were sporting it was clear that they were in a similar boat.

“...Does this bakery have pancakes?” So it was a surprise to her when the other quiet member of their class looked oddly excited at the proposition. Pancakes, seriously?”

“They sure do. Saw plenty of fruit and syrup options for toppings, too.”

“We accept the offer.”

Juna rose to her feet in surprise. “Hold on!”

“You cannot simply make that decision without consulting with us first.” Fie didn't say anything, but she nodded along with Kurt's words.

Altina seemed undeterred. “Last night I was looking in the Intelligence Division database. The files that have on all of you are quite substantial.”

The teacher let out a tired sigh. “Altina, you can't just blackmail them into agreeing with you.”

“I wasn't blackmailing them.” The young girl countered with an innocent tilt of her head. “I was just warning them that there may be an unfortunate slip of the tongue in the near future.”

Despite herself Fie couldn't help but giggle, drawing the surprised attention of everyone else. It was annoying, but the way Altina threatened to blackmail all of them with a straight face? She could respect that. “Sure, whatever. I've seen the place a few times. The smell is good.”

“Even you?” Kurt massaged his head as if warding off a headache. “...Very well. Perhaps this could be... enlightening?”

She felt it was unlikely, but free food was free food. It wasn't often, but there were some nights during the past year when a luxury such as food wasn't available to her so she could appreciate the gesture if nothing else. She still had no intention of actually saying anything in return.

The bakery was a nice enough place, Fie supposed. It was rather small for an eatery, but that didn't bother her since the only customer currently in the place was a woman at the counter chatting quietly with the owner. That conversation paused as they took notice of the five of them. “Ah! Instructor Rean! Are these four...?”

“Indeed. This is Class VII.”

“Hehe. Welcome to Recette Bakery and Cafe. My name is Liza. Take a seat anywhere you want and I'll be by shortly to take your orders.”

Once seated she began glancing at the menu. The food items consisted of a lot of bread, unsurprisingly. Some of it she recognized, but most of it was foreign to a former jaeger like herself. Glancing over the menu there was one item of particular interest to her. “What exactly are pancakes anyways?”

Altina, who was conveniently situated next to her, raised her eyes in surprise. “...You do not know what a pancake is?” It was as if the mere notion was heresy to her.

“Don't let her fool you.” Rean chimed in from his seat opposite them. “She only found out about them around four months ago.”

Altina huffed in annoyance. “Irrelevant. Not knowing pancakes in this day and age is a crime.” The interaction between the two was odd. From what Fie could tell Altina was almost as reserved as she was, but when she was with Rean she seemed a little more outgoing. After a brief pout the former agent spoke up as she looked to the now approaching Liza. “The two of us will have pancakes.”

While she wasn't sure she appreciated her decision being taken from her like that she couldn't deny her own curiosity. Altina must have noticed her mental decision as she gave a nod of approval.

“...You two are so weird.” Juna shook her head tiredly. She and the others were quick to place their own orders.

“Hmm...” The silence between the five of them lasted for a good few minutes while Rean was obviously wracking his mind for something to say. “I know! Siblings! I myself have a younger sister. She's about your ages and is currently the student council president at St. Astraia Girls' School. I am very proud of her!” His eyes gleamed in happiness. It was kinda creepy. “Do any of you have siblings?”

“You already know my older brother.” Kurt replied testily. “However if he hasn't seen fit to mention me at all then that speaks loudly of the how inadequate he must see me – both as a brother and a swordsman.”

The instructor was momentarily stunned. “I-I'm sure thats not it at all! I haven't actually spoken with your brother that much!” Conversation halted momentarily as the food was delivered. The pancakes looked pretty appealing. “...How about you, Juna?”

The pink-haired girl glared up from her own sandwich. “I have two younger siblings back home, but I don't see how that is any of your business!”

It was clear that Rean now realized just how badly he had overstepped by trying to start this conversation. With a pleading look he turned his attention towards Fie. “Oh...” Yup. He definitely realized just how terrible of an idea that was.

So why not be kind enough to throw him a bone? “Haven't seen my family in two years.” She wasn't sure if it were her words themselves or the flat emotionless tone she used, but the eyes of her classmates were trained on her. So she gave a nonchalant shrug in response.

“Haha...” The black-haired swordsman was on the verge of despair as he turned to the final member. “You and Millium have been getting along better lately, right?”

“Perhaps... But I still do not consider her to be my sister and nothing she or anyone else says will change my mind.”

Fie snickered as Rean sank down in total defeat. Even with her own lack of social experience she could quite easily tell that Class VII was off to a rocky start. What a mess.

...At least these pancakes were really good.

Chapter Text

Rean hummed thoughtfully as he looked down at the paper in his hands. “Well, I can't say this is entirely unexpected...”

Beside him Towa's face sported a rare frown as she nodded in agreement. “She's going to need a lot of help if she wants to make it through the year.”

After that unfortunate debacle of a class outing at the bakery he and the others had gone their separate ways once they got back to the dormitory. Juna had gone into town with some of the girls from the other classes, dragging a reluctant Altina with her. Kurt was currently in the training room, and Fie had vanished without a trace.

He himself had been prepared to return to his room and begin prepping for the first day of actual classes, but found himself pulled aside by his fellow instructor as soon as she spotted him. The other students were kind enough to give the two teachers a wide berth as they sat together in the lobby while Towa went into detail about the mock exam she had administered to Fie before he had arrived.

“Instructor Sara warned me that this was a very real possibility.” For a girl with no formal education who was raised almost entirely on the battlefield it was expected that there would be gaps in her knowledge, but not even he had expected the gulf to be quite this vast. It was clear that she needed help.

Pulling his focus away from the test he glanced around while pondering what to do. Doing so, however, enabled him to realize that he could sense a familiar presence not too far away. They had hidden themselves quite well and were it not for his own training there was no chance he could have sensed them, something which gave a huge hint as to the identity of the eavesdropper.

In hindsight it made sense – Even though they had been conversing quietly he and Towa were still in a public space. It wouldn't be impossible for someone with particularly sharp hearing to overhear the conversation and get curious once it was clear that it was about them. Especially if they were confident in their stealth abilities.

But he wasn't at all bothered by this revelation. Let her listen. It would make explaining things to her later on a whole lot simpler.

For now he focused his attention back on Towa. “Don't worry. I will take care of this.”

“Huh? Are you sure? I was the one to make her do this test so shouldn't I-”

He let out a laugh, inadvertently cutting her off. Classic Towa. “You've done more than enough for me already. Thank you. But she's my student, so she should be my responsibility.”

“Well... okay.” She still looked unconvinced. “But if you ever need assistance don't hesitate to come to me, alright?”

“Don't you already have enough to do as is?” She opened her mouth to argue the point, but he continued before she could. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that the principal hasn't already assigned you a bunch of different tasks.” She tried to do as he said, but after a second she blushed and looked away, prompting him to laugh again. Towa Herschel might be the kindest person in the world, but that kindness made her completely incapable of lying.

“Well... fine!” Towa tried to make herself look angry. She failed miserably. “Do you at least have a plan in mind?”

He nodded his head. “I do.” It wasn't so much a full plan yet, but the more he thought about it the more the pieces fell into place. This... could work. “Could you please come out here, Fie?”

Sure enough the presence confirmed itself to be hers as the silver-haired girl stepped out from her hiding spot and approached the duo. She looked surprised... and possibly even somewhat impressed?

“Huh!? Was she there the entire time?” He felt a little bad that he hadn't informed Towa, but he doubted that she would actually be angered.

“...I'm surprised you noticed me.”

“It wasn't that big a deal.” The swordsman humbly waved her off. “My training has taught me how to sense the presence of others nearby. The only reason I knew it was you was because I am fairly certain you are the only student stealthy enough to sneak up on us like that.”

The girl furrowed her brow in confusion and annoyance. “You detected me... because I'm too good at hiding?”

“Haha...” Yeah, even he could tell how conflicted she felt at that paradox. Better to focus her attention elsewhere. “Anyway, you overheard us, yes?”

Fie quickly schooled her expression and gave a bored shrug. “So I'm dumb. You both knew that already.”

“I do not believe that you are dumb at all.” He refuted quickly. “I've only known you for two days now and it's clear to me that you have a very quick wit. The only thing you're missing is the same educational foundation that all the others acquired.”

The diminutive instructor nodded in support. “He's right! And those combat questions that you were able to answer on the test? Some of the answers were more elaborate than anything I could have given. I think you have the potential to be very smart!”

“If you say so...” She clearly did not agree with the praise. “But I don't see that happening anytime soon.”

Rean sighed, but was undeterred. “I understand. Given the life you've live you probably see all these other topics as being pointless, don't you?”

Her shrug was all the response she provided, but it gave him all the answer he needed.

“Thought so. While I would love to explain to you the importance of the stuff this school teaches I doubt it would accomplish anything. Instead, let me ask you a question: It seems like you have been wanting to keep a low profile here, right?” She gave him a confused look, but slowly nodded. “That's gonna be pretty hard to pull off when you're unable to answer any of the most basic questions the teachers ask you in class.”

Fie stiffened. It was clear she hadn't considered that. After a second she again relaxed, but there was a morose expression her face. “...Not like I can do anything about that.”

Try as he might he couldn't quite keep a knowing grin from appearing on his face. “You can't... but we can.” He could see the eyes of both girls widen in realization so he pressed on. “Here's my offer: I am offering to tutor you. Let's say for an hour a night, two days each week.” He was unsure if that was a good total or not, but it could always be adjusted later. “As long as you are studying with me I will ask the other teachers to overlook you during class.”

“That's a wonderful idea!” He had expected Towa's support, but it was still great to hear. “I can agree to this plan, and I'm sure the other instructors will too.” Randolph definitely seemed like the kind of guy to go along with it. Instructor Michael might be a bit more difficult, but despite his prickly exterior Rean did believe that he truly cared about the students.

And plus, Principal Le Guin seemed to have an interest in the former jaeger and if she agreed to Rean's plan he would have no choice but to comply.

Time to really seal the deal. “Of course you're free to refuse the offer and find your own way... Just know that I might start feeling a little biased towards my students. Might start noticing you guys more when I need questions answered.” He would never do that, of course, and he suspected that Fie knew it as well, but at the very least it served as a reminder of what could happen.

“...I didn't think teachers were supposed to blackmail their students.” Fie didn't actually look all that offended by the concept. She seemed annoyed, naturally, but she also looked grudgingly amused by the entire situation.

“Think of it however you want. I merely see this as a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

Fie let out a yawn before turning around. “Whatever. I'm going to bed.”

“I expect to hear your answer by the end of the day tomorrow.” Fie gave no confirmation that she heard him as she retreated up the stairs, but he knew she heard his words.” Letting out a breath he turned towards a concerned looking Towa. “That went well, I think?”

“Really? I think you might have come on a little too strong there...”

“Maybe.” He couldn't really refute her. “But we both know that she has no real reason for being here right now. Ideally she would turn to her classmates for help, but I can't see that happening anytime soon. Expecting her to take the initiative herself would be...” Foolhardy, but saying that out loud about his own student felt terrible, so he refrained. It wasn't as if his coworker couldn't finish the thought herself.

Towa looked miserable, but nodded her head reluctantly. “You're right. I cannot even begin to fathom the life she's lived up until now. We've both heard stories from Instructor Sara, but hearing about it and living it are two completely different things.” With a determined nod the tiny teacher stood from her seat. “I believe in you, Rean! If anyone can get through to her I know it's you!”

“Haha... Thanks.” He didn't quite share her confidence, but it made him feel better to know just how much she believed in him. “Let's both do our best tomorrow!”

“Right!”

As expected, classes were painfully boring. Now that everyone was finally settled in the teachers were starting to actually teach stuff. And naturally that meany she was forced to listen to a bunch of crap she neither understood nor cared to understood.

“The enemy commander has elected to split off into two separate equally sized pincers to attack you.” Randy – The teacher of Combat Tactics – paused to point to a map detailing just that. “How do you, as commander, choose to respond?”

The red-haired man's eyes roamed the class while searching for someone to demand an answer from. For a brief moment his gaze locked with hers and she thought she was about to be called to, but instead the older man just gave a sly wink before continuing down the row towards where the mass of Class VIII was sitting. “How 'bout it, Leonora?”

Fie sighed under her breath. Just great. Somehow one of the busybodies had gotten to Randy already. And if that was the case she could only assume that Aurelia and Michael had also been informed.

Her mira was on Towa. She definitely seemed like the type of person to rush around to get everything done as soon as possible.

Still, it was almost a shame, as this was one class that she was actually fairly confident in, not that she would ever want to share that confidence out loud. Defense against a pincer attack? Easy. Overwhelm one formation while leaving behind your specialists to delay the other. Mines, traps, snipers. Everything you have. Once they are sufficiently demoralized and disorganized you hit them with an ambush. Even a small one could devastate an enemy in those situations.

Leonora – A well built girl with green hair – seemed confident as she stood to answer. “You focus all your big guns on one formation and put them to rout while delaying the other one with hit and run strikes and long-ranged barrages. It's quite easy.”

The former jaeger blinked. While she still liked her answer better, there was something about the other girl's response that caught her interest. It almost sounded like she had experience with such a tactic. And the terms she used...

Curious.

“Nice. A good answer.” Randy nodded affirmatively before returning to the map and detailing things that she only paid attention to with half an ear.

Instead she thought back to the previous night and the annoyance that she now found herself dealing with. Deep down she knew she would accept. It was already painfully awkward dealing with the likes of Juna and Kurt when they barely had any reason to care about her. Having them – and the people in the other classes since they often shared lessons – becoming interested in her would suck. Even without Rean's laughable threat of him focusing more attention on her should she refuse...

Yeah, she was definitely going to capitulate.

Even if she knew that to be true she still had her pride. He had said that she had until the end of the day to give her answer and so she would take him up on that. Smug bastard would have to keep on waiting until the last minute.

“Are you alright?” Her thoughts were interrupted by the quiet voice of the girl sitting next to her. At first she didn't know it was even her who was being referred to, but the unblinking gaze of Altina told her otherwise.

“...Huh?” It was a lame answer, but it was all she could come up with in the moment.

A slight twitch of the lips was the only reaction her classmate gave. “Perhaps it is not my place to pry, but you seem distracted.”

“Huh? Really?” Now they had caught the attention of Juna who had been situated on Altina's opposite side. “I dunno about that... She seems just as blank and expressionless as always.” The pink-haired girl's eyes widened. “Err... No offense?”

Was she offended? Kinda. Her words weren't wrong, but still. She wasn't one to criticize others for their lack of tact, but come on. “Do you really have time to be staring at others during class?” Fortunately she received an unexpected distraction in the form of their final classmate. “From my point of view it seems that you have been struggling to follow Instructor Randolph's lessons. Perhaps you should pay more attention?”

Despite the snarky remark towards Juna she couldn't help but notice that now even Kurt was sending subtle down the row towards her. Just great.

“Grr... You jerk!” Mount Juna looked ready to erupt. It was funny seeing those two interact. It was like they wanted to be civil with each other, but couldn't resist the urge to take shots whenever possible. She had seen a few instances like that while in the corp. Either they would end up murdering each other at some point or become the best of friends. Or maybe more? They were all teens, after all.

“Ah, Junie. Glad to see you're so excited. Care to answer this one?”

“Ra- Instructor Randy?” The girl in question turned as pink as her hair as she floundered pitifully. “I... uh... I didn't hear the question. Sorry...” Her meek attitude nearly gave way when Kurt gave an amused snort from her side, but she seemed to realize that punching her classmate while the teacher looking at her probably wasn't the best idea.

...Even if that teacher was Randy.

“Heh. Thought so. You were always saying you wanted to be like my partner, but it seems you actually wanna be just like your old pal Randy.” The jaeger turned teacher looked amused as his fellow Crossbellian sank into her seat. “How about you, Altina?”

Fie, like Juna, had completely missed the question, so she looked at the newest map to try and puzzle it out. It looked to be detailing some sort of a reconnaissance mission against a fortified position. Another easy one.

“I would use the stealth functionality of Claiomh Solais to fly above the area.” Was the curt response.

Randy seemed befuddled. “I... guess that works? Just remember that this question is designed for the average person and not you in particular. Damn cheating archaisms...”

“Please do not refer to Claiomh Solais as a 'damn cheating archaism' in the future.”

That caused a small smile to form on Fie's face. Privately she agreed with the teacher. A stealth field was absolutely cheating. Even as a jaeger who prided themselves on having no rules she couldn't help but feel offended that technology was trying to mimic one of her best skills.

She hadn't even noticed that thoughts of that stupid offer had faded from her mind as she sat through the remainder of class.

Late that night a very reluctant Fie found herself gazing up the stairs that would lead her to the third floor of the dorm with great trepidation. Up there was the floor for the teachers. While it wasn't off-limits to the students, it was a place that none of them were all that willing to go and she was no exception.

Staying on the lower floors was easy. Only a few of her fellow students were perceptive enough to spot her when she was keeping a low profile and most of those few seemed inclined to leave her alone. Up there, however, was a different story. The third floor was home to a bunch of dangerous beasts who would likely have little problem noticing her presence.

It was also home to Towa, who definitely didn't fit in with the rest. That was still pretty weird for her.

Climbing those stairs would be akin to informing the whole world that she was accepting this awful offer of tutoring. It bugged her a lot that the freedom of the past two years had been reduced to a bunch of offers that she wasn't allowed to refuse.

She let out a sigh. If being forced to listen while some guy barely older than her lectured her about a bunch of useless crap was the price she needed to pay to continue on her life's mission, then so be it.

...Even if she had no idea what her life's mission actually was anymore.

Bracing herself for the worst the young jaeger forced her reluctant feet to ascend the stairs, one step at a time. Hopefully the others wouldn't notice her absence as they were a curious bunch and that was a question she had no desire to answer.

The third floor wasn't much different from the second. Just a bunch of rooms for all the staff to live in. Given how few teachers there currently were the floor seemed to have a lot of vacant rooms, but as with her own floor each room had a nameplate to guide her towards her destination.

It helped that she had a good feeling of which direction to not go in. Only one person she knew had a presence that was so terrifyingly powerful that she could sense it without even trying. Aurelia Le Guin was in her room and thus that was one room that Fie vowed to never go near.

Before long she found the room with her instructor's name. She could hear the man inside. With a final sigh the girl reluctantly reached out and placed a quiet knock on the door.

“Come in, Fie!”

She narrowed her eyes in annoyance. Of course that smug bastard was waiting for her. Clenching her fist in anger the student reluctantly opened the door and stepped in.

Rean – who had been sitting at his desk with some paperwork, looked up and gave her a smile. “I take it you're here about the offer?” It was phrased as a question, but the knowing grin on his face told a different story.

“...Why?” It was a question that had been bugging her the past day. “Why do you care about me getting good grades?!”

“Because I am your teacher?” His answer did not mollify her in the slightest, something which he seemed to realize as he let out a sigh before putting down the papers in his hand and turning to give her his undivided attention. “Do you really think that a person needs to have a reason to want to help someone?”

She scoffed. “Of course they do. People do things because they expect something in return. It's the way this world works.”

For some reason the instructor let out a short laugh. “Instructor Sara was completely right about you. She told me that not only would you struggle with the classwork, but that you also have serious trust issues and would struggle to get along with others.”

“So why?” She repeated her earlier question.

This time Rean adopted a more somber expression. “You may not believe it, but I just enjoy helping others, especially when it's of my own volition. It's why I took up this position in the first place.”

Fie narrowed her eyes in confusion. Even if she believed his words – which she still wasn't entirely sure she did – there was a huge problem with that statement. “But couldn't you do that as the 'Ashen Chevalier'?” she didn't even try to hide her mocking tone as she spoke his title. Sure there were people like Juna who genuinely seemed to hate him for his work, but he was famous throughout the entire Empire. Surely he must have done something right.

Something which he ignored, instead letting out a sheepish laugh. “I suppose... I did help out a lot of people like that.”

There was something about the way he said that that put it at stark contrast with his earlier stated desire of helping people. He sounded tired. As if none of it had any real meaning to him.

It was a feeling she knew well.

Before she could begin to consider those implications the teacher seemed to school his expression before addressing her again. “So? Does that alleviate your concerns?”

“I guess so.” She still wasn't entirely convinced, but fine. She would leave it at that. Of course she knew what he wanted her to say. “...Fine. I'll accept your offer.”

It hurt her so much to say that, as if she were damning herself to a lifetime of educational Gehenna.

Rean clapped his hands together happily. “Great! I was hoping you would say that! You remember what I said, yes? I expect to see you at least two hours each week. I know you probably see a lot of what this school teaches as meaningless, but I fully expect you to at least put forth an effort while you're up here.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” She would comply, but only to the most minimum standards she could get away with. Things like taking notes and asking questions? Not gonna happen.

“Well...” The black-haired teacher glanced towards the papers he had been working at before giving a minute shrug. “I suppose I have time, Would you like to start right-”

“Nope.”

“H-Huh?” Rean looked baffled in that moment as he stared at her.

It was hard work keeping the grin off her face – Fie wasn't entirely sure she succeeded, either. “Already got plans for tonight.” Sleeping, mostly. She knew this was petty, but this was her way of asserting some small amount of power in this annoying arrangement.

“Haha...” For his part Rean looked bemused. “I guess I should have expected that. Alright, Fie, you can go. Just tell me in advance when you want to study and I'll make sure my schedule is clear.”

The dismissal was obvious to the young jaeger, not that she was gonna complain about it. And yet even as she turned with full intentions of leaving she found herself rooted to the spot, as something out of her peripheral vision caught her attention. Curious despite herself she found her legs moving closer for a better look.

It was a bunch of framed photographs.

Most were the standard fare: Pictures of family members and other close friends. It seemed that most people had one or two like this. She knew Juna had one of her family, at least.

No, those weren't the ones that caught her eye. It was a picture of a group of uniformed kids around her age, all clustered together and smiling happily. There was Sara, a younger Towa, and a younger Rean among the large group.

“The first Class VII...” Rean muttered fondly from directly behind her. He must have approached sometime during her observation. “We were only together for a year, but it was a year that none of us will ever forget. I hope you can make the same memories with your own classmates.”

She let out a snort. “I seriously doubt that. They probably want as little to do with me as I do them, and it doesn't seem like they like each other much either.. There's no way we'll end up like that.”

Her harsh words failed to have the desired effect, as the man from the picture gave a knowing smirk. “Five minutes into my own orienteering exercise we already had two classmates hating each other's guts. Compared to that I'd say you guys are off to a great start.”

Looking at the group of happy teenagers... “You're lying.” She felt a lot less sure of herself when his grin only grew more confident.

“Tell me, Fie. What is it that you want from these next two years?”

“I don't-”

“I know. I know.” He cut off her almost instantly. “You don't want to be here. You've made that point quite clear, already. But the hard fact remains that you are here. What is it that's motivating you right now?”

That was an unexpected question, and the student paused as she considered the words. “I want to find Zephyr...?”

“Hm...” Rean didn't sound convinced, and why would he when she wasn't convinced herself? Two years ago that was her answer for certain, but that abandonment stung like a wound that had gone untreated and begun to fester. She still wanted to know why they left her behind like that, but did she really want to see them again after everything...?”

If the teacher noticed her internal turmoil he didn't say anything about it. “Well, if that's the case than perhaps I can help you out. Did you know that I met a couple of Zephyr's commanders during the October War?”

“Wha-!?” For the first time in what felt like ages the ex-jaeger found herself at an utter loss for words. This man had found the people she had been searching for!? And not just the rank and file members, but two officers. Could it be...?

“Uh huh.” He confirmed with a nod. “Trapmaster Xeno and Leonidas the Behemoth. Two terrifyingly dangerous individuals.”

Well, if she doubted his words before then the way he shivered as he described the two dispelled those doubts. Terrifyingly dangerous was a very apt description for her two 'brothers'. “...What happened?!” She knew her mask of indifference had completely fallen off at this point, but she was too engrossed in his tale to care.

Come to find out, it seemed that while her feelings regarding her old family had become very muddled that didn't change the fact that she still desperately wanted to know about them.

She couldn't help but color slightly as he gave her a warm smile at her blatant enthusiasm, but not even that could dampen her mood. “Well, the first time I met them was shortly before the war started. At the time they were working as the former Duke Cayenne's bodyguards, although I had no idea who they were. Just a pair of very intimidating figures.

After that... It would be during my stay on the Noble Alliance's flagship. I had been captured and Duke Cayenne wanted to recruit me and my Divine Knight onto his side.” She arched an eyebrow in interest, causing him to shrug. “His argument was that the Noble Alliance was winning the war so having me on their side would make it go a lot quicker and with less bloodshed.”

Given that the Noble Alliance ended up losing the war and the man in front of her became famous as the Ashen Chevalier for his role in that she had a good idea of how that turned out. “And...?”

“During my time on the ship I got to sit down and have a brief chat with them. It surprised me how relaxed they were, but you probably understand it better than I do.” Of course. They are jaegers. If Rean wasn't the enemy at the time then there was no point in fighting. “We didn't really have much to chat about, but they were definitely interested in fighting my Divine Knight. That all changed when I made my escape from the ship.” He tilted his head in thought. “...Although in hindsight I kinda wonder how serious they and the others actually were at trying to stop me.

The third and final time I saw them was at the end of the war. They stood in the way of Class VII and so we ended up fighting. The two of them were monsters, able to hold off a large part of our class by themselves. I have no idea how the fight would have gone as reinforcements arrived to hold them off for us.”

“And where are they now?”

“I can't answer that one, sorry. I know they survived the war, but vanished shortly after.” The instructor hesitated, but a sly smirk came to his face that worried her. “I really shouldn't be saying this, but you should talk to Altina. She was working alongside them during the way and her connections with the Intelligence Division might give her additional insight.”

“Altina, huh...” It made sense that the younger girl would possibly have the answers, and Fie did find her to be intriguing despite her intentions of remaining distant. Maybe she would heed his advice and talk to her at some point.

But as her body forced out a yawn she knew it wouldn't be that night. Wordlessly the girl turned away from Rean and began her journey out of the room.

“Have a good night, Fie, and remember to tell me when you wish to begin your tutoring sessions.”

She rolled her eyes, not that he could see, before exiting the room and closing the door behind her. Her mind was in turmoil as thoughts of her brothers and the rest of her former family plagued her thoughts. She had all but given up hope of ever seeing them again, so to find out that they had been in the area for quite some time gave her a little bit of hope.

There was also one other thing on her mind, although she had no idea why. That picture of such a large assorted group of cheerfully happy characters that from all accounts had played a major role in the war. Rean seemed to think that her class could end up as something similar, as crazy as that sounded. She couldn't help but try and imagine herself in a picture like that...

...But no such image came to her mind. Some things just weren't for her.

Chapter Text

If there was one positive about her current position it was the fact that she had never eaten as good as she had since arriving at Leeves. Not only were all the stores in town good, but surprisingly even the school cafeteria's servings were better than most of the stuff she had had during and after her time in Zephyr. Something which she was currently experiencing as she sat in the noisy room while munching through a bowl of surprisingly flavorful chunky potato salad.

The girl was broken from her food related bliss when a tray was placed on the table opposite her. Just great. She had been sitting alone because she wanted to be alone. She glanced up, fully expecting to see one of her classmates or her pain in the ass instructor.

She was half-right. It was a pain in the ass instructor, but it wasn't hers. “...Randy.”

“Aren't you supposed to call me 'Instructor Randy' now?” The red-haired man teased as he took his seat with a grin. “So I heard you accepted Instructor Rean's offer.”

A slight widening of the eyes was the only expression of surprise she offered. “You knew about that?” That was just the previous night!

“Of course I did. When I heard a girl entering Schwarzer's room I had to listen in. Gotta get a feel for the guy, you know? And what better way of doing that then listening to how he handles the ladies. Hopefully he isn't another baby-faced playboy...” The older man let out a cough before refocusing himself. “Anyways... Imagine my disappointment when I found out it was just school related stuff.”

The girl rolled her eyes before glaring at her fellow former jaeger. “It's not like I had much of a choice in the matter.”

“Sure. And it's definitely gonna be a pain in the ass for you. Still, I'm glad Schwarzer came up with the idea. Trying to go legit ain't easy, but if this helps you pull it off than I support it one hundred percent.”

“...How did you do it?”

“Hoo boy. Demanding my entire backstory this quickly, huh?” He hummed thoughtfully. “Sure, why not. This probably goes without saying, but what I tell you needs to stay with you for now, got it?”

She nodded at that reasonable request. “Understood.”

“When Zephyr disbanded you were directionless, right? I was the same way after leaving the Red Constellation. Ended up signing on with the military. The Crossbell Guardian Force, to be exact.”

Red Reaper grimaced as if he had swallowed something sour. “Big mistake. The basic military is no place for someone like us. Too rigid. Too much focus on drill and ceremony. Waste of time if you ask me. Didn't help that the CGF commander was a corrupt asshole who had it out for me personally. Still...”

He let out a chuckle. “Maybe it wasn't a mistake, 'cause after some time I got transferred out of there and into the police.”

A jaeger becoming a cop? “...If you're gonna lie to me at least make up something a little more believable.”

“Yeah, I can get the skepticism, but it's the truth! To be fair the unit I was placed in was rather... unusual. The Special Support Section. A motley collection of misfits with different backgrounds brought together as little more than a publicity stunt.”

“Uh...”

He must have expected that reaction given the way his grin widened. “Yup. We were basically seen as bargain bin bracers. And yet somehow we ended up involved in a whole lot of crap. Even put one of your guys in the slammer. Remember the Killing Bear?”

“Garcia? But I thought he joined a trading com- Oh.” Duh. Pretty much every kind of criminal organization masquerades as a 'trading company.'

“And that was just the tip of the iceberg. The mafia. A cult. A massive conspiracy. I assume you heard about all the stuff that went down with Crossbell's independence movement? Well we were right in the middle of it. Was a hell of a ride.”

His smile grew warmer. “And during that wild ride we all grew close. That group of misfits? We became a family.”

She stiffened at the word. Family... She had thought the same about Zephyr. “And that was when Erebonia showed up?”

“Uh huh.”

“And now you're here and I'm sure the rest of your so-called family are somewhere far away.”

“Ahh... So that's what happened to you when Zephyr disbanded? Damn. That sucks.” The pitying look annoyed her, but she was more annoyed with herself for giving away too much to an outsider. “But you're wrong. Sure we're all physically apart, but none of that changes the fact we're family and we'll be together again. This whole occupation is just another barri-”

He paused as he let out a big shudder. “Actually, forget that last part. I trust them and they trust me. That's what a real family does.”

Silence descended upon the duo as Fie absentmindedly picked away at her food while contemplating his words. He seemed so genuine in his words, but he was wrong. She had trusted Zephyr and thought they trusted her in turn. Either they had been lying to her for years with that trust or it was the worst family imaginable. She wasn't sure which answer was more palatable.

“...Instructor Randy? You know Fie?”

Great. Now Juna was here. And alongside her was one of the girls from Class VIII. Already she could see the cogs beginning to turn in the pink-haired girl's head.

“Hey Junie, Jessica. Take a seat!” The teacher didn't seem at all bothered by their appearance. “And no, this is basically my first time talking with her, but I was acquainted with some of her family.”

She understood that he was intentionally trying to be vague to keep them from asking questions, but his cover didn't really sit well with her thanks to her previous thoughts. But that was something she kept to herself as she begrudgingly slid over to make room for the two girls.

It seemed her quiet lunch wasn't gonna be quiet any longer.

Fie allowed herself the luxury of one final exhale before taking off with a burst of speed. Her target wasn't real, but that didn't stop her from assaulting it with all she had. One swipe of her gunblades followed by the other. Remaining in one place for too long was hazardous so once again she darted away in order to attack the enemy from a different angle.

Having put some distance between her foe she turned the barrels of her weapon on it. Of course she didn't fire, as doing so while inside the training room of the dorm was a terrible idea, but everything else she did was the same as if she were on a battlefield. Train as you would fight and all that.

Normally she wasn't one to bother with this kind of simulated training, but her performance during the Einhel Keep training had been something of an eye opener for the former jaeger. Sure she performed solidly enough against most of the stuff they had encountered, but she hadn't realized just how little she had improved since Zephyr disbanded. Over two years only fighting simple monsters, bandits, and the bizarre but increasingly common machines known as archaisms hadn't done much for her.

Sure she had made sure to keep in shape and all the growing she had done had helped her speed and strength tremendously, but none of that affected her combat instincts at all. Everything she did felt like it was in slow motion. What little pride still remained in her body raged against her mediocrity.

It took fighting against that weird Magic Knight to make her realize just how dull she had become. Sure the lumbering machine had been too slow to truly threaten her agility, but she in turn struggled to exploit the few visible vulnerabilities it possessed. Yeah she made it out the battle completely unscathed, but she was fairly certain that Altina and her weird robot had done more damage by the end.

And as much as it pained her to admit it, once Rean started taking the fight seriously he outclassed her completely. The Boss would be so disappointed in her if he were still around.

She didn't allow such gloomy thoughts to distract her as she went for a finishing strike against the invisible foe. Her Sylphid Dance would be a better way to end it, but again that wasn't something she wanted to do inside the building. Instead she opted to end it with a flurry of rapid fire strikes.

Once finished she let out a sigh. This kind of training worked, sure, but it was way less useful than fighting against a live opponent. But training like this after most of the other students had left for their rooms that night ensured her relative solitude.

Or at least that's what she had assumed when she started.

“Can I help you?” The annoyed girl growled out.

“Don't mind me. I'm just observing your footwork. It is quite impressive, I must admit.” Kurt - the only other occupant of the room – waved her off.

When he had first appeared shortly after the beginning of her workout she hadn't thought much of it. Everyone knew that the Vander swordsman spent a great deal of time in here. Even if it was slightly inconvenient the room was big enough for the two of them to coexist peacefully.

Only that had never happened.

“Well stop that. It's annoying.” Instead her classmate had proceeded to merely stand there while watching her intently. Sure some observation was probably to be expected given that they had fought together, but the boy had been fixated on her the entire time. Maybe she was being paranoid, but having a relative unknown scouting her out made her battlefield instincts scream out in concern.

“My apologies. I had no intention of making you feel uncomfortable.” He didn't sound very apologetic.

“...Whatever.” She decided to once again ignore the boy and refocus on her own efforts.

Only to pause as she heard the telltale sign of blades being drawn. “On second thought, perhaps you would be interested in a spar with me?” Glancing back she confirmed that Kurt had drawn his twin blades and was staring at her with increased intensity. “Surely fighting against a live opponent would be more beneficial for both of us?”

His words were the same as what she had just been thinking to herself minutes prior. That being said... “No thanks.”

“And why not?” Gone was his previously calm expression as the swordsman narrowed his eyes as he demanded an answer from her.

“Too tired. Thinking about calling it now.”

“That's a lie and we both know it.” Came the cold retort. “You were just about to begin training again when I stopped you.”

She let out a huff. The hell was this guy's problem? “I just don't feel like it. Why do you care so much?”

“I care because you are clearly hiding something from the rest of the class.”

“I'm sure that everyone in this damn school is hiding something from everyone else. That's something people do.” This guy was seriously starting to get on Fie's nerves.

Kurt took a step closer, causing her to place a hand on the hilt of a gunblade just in case. “Everyone has their secrets, I agree, but at some level I can trust that the others are of no threat to myself or the other students. I don't get that same feeling from you at all. Everything about you feels dangerous. How am I supposed to trust someone like you if you continue to remain so evasive when around others?”

“You can think whatever you want. It's not my problem.” With that said the girl brushed past the noble and left the training room, cold eyes following her every movement.

Although her words and expression remained clear, internally Fie couldn't stop herself from thinking about his words. Kurt was right, of course, but did she really seem so different to the others that he thought of her as a threat? Or maybe there was something else to it?

In all fairness she too had been assessing the others. None of them even remotely felt threatening to the girl. Even the likes of Randy and Rean – while obviously quite powerful individuals – never once made her feel wary in their presence. It was certainly a far cry from the people she interacted with on a near daily basis during her old life.

...With one exception, of course. While Aurelia Le Guin didn't seem particularly malicious she did set off all kinds of warning bells in Fie's mind. That woman was one unfortunate training accident away from obliterating half the school and everyone in it.

She let out a tired groan as she headed towards the baths. This was too much to think about right now, and honestly none of it mattered. If the others wanted to see her as a danger than that simply meant they were smarter than she gave them credit for. She wasn't bothered that Kurt and probably some of the others saw her as a threat.

Not at all.

Tita Russell hummed in approval as she carefully inserted the final screw to the mini joint actuator she had been working on for the past few hours. This was only a prototype, but if it was able to endure the myriad of tests she had planned for it than it would be a monumental step towards the eventual construction of her Orbal Gear III. If it worked as well as she hoped it did the new joint would possess a wider range of movement capabilities and twenty-three percent more power compared to the previous generation!

It was still early, but thus far she had been glad of her decision to leave Liberl for Erebonia's newest school. Both Agate and her mom had been against the idea, but she took the gamble anyways. All the stories she had heard about Erebonians had worried her, but so far they felt entirely unfounded. Everyone in Class IX was so nice to her. It was like being in a room filled with Oliviers!

...Thankfully they were a little less eccentric compared to the Erebonian prince.

Professor Schmidt was strict, but she could work with that as the man's genius was nothing to laugh at. This was a man that her grandfather begrudgingly held in high esteem, after all. Between his sky-high expectations of her, her own personal projects, and her normal classwork it seemed the next two years would be quite hectic for her. But that was what Tita wanted.

It was the only way to catch up to her level, after all.

She was startled out of her project as the door to the hangar opened, but fortunately not so startled that she dropped her work or anything along those lines, something which had happened a few times while younger, much to her horror and humiliation. Instead she carefully set down the actuator before focusing her attention on the new arrival.

“You're... Fie, right?” The only member of Class VII she had actually chatted with thus far had been Juna, but she still knew all of them. Watching from the control room as the four member class plus their instructor had traversed through Einhel Keep had been both quite exciting and very stressful, after all!

While all the members of Class VII had really impressed her, the girl in front of her had really stood out in her mind the most. Her crazy speed. The weapons she used. It was all very familiar to her. While Tita wouldn't say she was homesick, watching the girl in front of her fight had made her feel a little nostalgic. She wondered how Joshua and the others were doing right now...

“Yeah.” The girl answered simply before stepping in. “Is it alright if I...” She didn't verbally specify what she wanted, but the way she drew her gunblades in a nonthreatening manner gave Tita what she thought was the answer.

“You want to perform maintenance on your weapons?” A nod was her answer. “Sure! There are plenty of empty workstations in here. If you need any specific tools I can get them for you. Just make sure you stay away from the Professors office, the Soldats, and Valimar.”

Like clockwork, Tita could tell that her mention caused the silver-haired girl to glance across the bay towards the Divine Knight. She couldn't really blame her. Even though Valimar wasn't much larger or bulkier compared to the newer model Drakkhens in the room it held an air of majesty that the production models couldn't hope to compare to.

In a way getting to see Valimar inside the train that brought her here had spoiled Panzer Soldats to the young engineer.

After a few seconds staring at the massive machine Fie seemed to shake herself from her thoughts. “...Thanks.” Without another word the Class VII girl drifted off towards a nearby workbench to begin her work.

Tita wanted to busy herself with something else and let the other girl do her own thing. She really did. It was impolite to watch other people working without their permission, after all. That was something her grandfather and some of the other engineers at ZCF had chastised her younger self for many times while growing up.

Still... She couldn't quite shake away her curiosity. All of the members of Class VII had such unique and interesting weapons! So as impolite as it was Tita did her best to watch the other living person in the hangar out of the corner of her eye with as much subtlety as possible...

Which was ruined within seconds when she let out an audible gasp after Fie detached one of the blades from her weapon, revealing the internal structure within. Naturally such a reaction didn't go unnoticed as the other girl immediately stiffened, sending a glare her way while keeping a hand hovering over her disassembled weapon protectively.

“Sorry!” Came her immediate retort. “I didn't mean to look! It's just... I saw what those gunblades could do during the trial, but I wasn't expecting such modern technology inside a weapon like that! The miniaturization of the orbal engine in particular must be quite advanced to allow you to control the power and rate of fire like you-” Tita couldn't help but flush slightly. She must sound like such a weirdo right now.

Given the weird way Fie was now staring at her it was safe to say she agreed with that sentiment. Tita colored slightly further, but at least it beat the suspicious group the girl had been sending her way prior. After an awkward silence her body seemed to relax slightly as she shifted her gaze back towards her weapons. “...I've had them for a few years now. Not sure who made them, but mira was never an issue for Bo- the person who gave them to me.” She shook her head before letting out a humorless chuckle. “And I've been treating them like crap these last years.”

As a dour Fie returned her focus to her blades Tita couldn't help but frown in thought. Although the silver-haired girl hadn't said much, that in itself told a lot. Something about her reminded the engineer of the likes of Agate, Joshua, and Renne. It was clear to her that Fie was carrying a hefty burden. And she also understood that now was neither the time nor place to bring such an observation up.

Still, even if she couldn't help her schoolmate out with all of her problems, there was one obvious one that she could assist with. Rising from her seat the Russell went to a nearby storage chest. She hadn't been here long, but conducting a full inventory was the first thing she had accomplished and so she was sure it was- There! After grabbing the tool and a hefty stone she returned to the station where Fie was working at before depositing the two items on the table.

Naturally this caused the other occupant to stop her work before looking up at her curiously. “My parents always told me that when you're doing maintenance you should go the extra arge and get the job done right. This...” She pointed at the long tool. “is a fairly recent invention used by the army to clean the barrels of their guns. And this whetstone...” Tita let out a shrug. “I don't know much about blades, but a... friend of mine who's a bracer swears by the quality of it. He won't use any other stone for his sword, so it should be enough to sharpen your gunblades.” A thought came to mind causing her to perk up even more. “Oh! We have plenty of polish in the back if you'd like. It's not really important for maintenance, I know, but I think they'd appreciate a nice new sheen.”

For the longest time it was silent and Tita shuffled on her feet nervously. Had her engineering obsession gone too far this time? Had she erred by getting close to the girl who obviously wanted to be left alone? Just as she was beginning to despair Fie finally glanced up from the objects. There was the tiniest of smiles on her face. “...I'd like that. Thanks.”

“I was starting to think you had forgotten about the deal.”

“Trust me. I wanted to. I really did.”

The laugh she received only made her want to punch the smug bastard in the face. “Well I'm glad you didn't. Don't forget that you promised me a second night each week as well.”

Fie let out a tired groan. She wasn't ready for this first tutoring session with Rean and he was already reminding her about the next one? Was he actually a sadist under his nice guy facade? That was the only explanation for why someone can enjoy the situation as much as he seems to be. “Fine. Let's get this over with.”

“Very well. Since this is the first session I figured we should start with something simple.” History? Military science? Political economics? He had better not say math. “Let's start with math!”

Composure failed the jaeger as she groaned in dismay. This bastard truly hated her, didn't he? And since she had already agreed to this stupid deal...

Her look of annoyance and resentment caused the teacher to raise his hands in mock surrender. “I know. I know. Nobody likes math, but basic arithmetic is an important foundation to build upon if you ever want to catch up. Other classes like economics, orbal computers, and military science rely on mathematics formulas, and even music has its roots there.”

Her glare didn't relent until the bastard placed a piece of paper in front of her. With great reluctance she tore her gaze away and glanced down at it. Yup. Those sure were numbers alright. Numbers that she had no idea what to do with.

Rean wasn't at all surprised by this as the swordsman began detailing the steps she needed to take to solve the first problem. Receiving one on one lessons like this felt patronizing as hell, especially when he had to stop her to correct mistakes, but it was undeniably more effective than having her sit in the class listening to a big lecture.

...Although a lot of that was because she couldn't try and slack off under his undivided focus.

And finally, after what felt like actual ages... “And this is the answer?” ...She finished solving the last of the equations.

“It is. Good job, Fie.” She let out an exhale. Finally she was done. “Onto the next equation.” Wait... what? Her surprise must have shown as the teacher let out a rather rude snort. “You didn't think we were finished, did you? I have a whole bunch of equations for you to solve and after that I'm hoping we can get started on the basics of Erebonian history tonight.”

There was no possible way. With mounting horror the silver-haired girl glanced over towards the nearest clock. That time that felt like actual ages to her? Five minutes had passed. And she had promised to remain here for at least an hour. “...Dammit.”

This was gonna be a long night.

“Hey, Altina?”

“...Yes?” It had taken some time, but she had finally managed to corner her classmate in private. The two were alone in their room after Juna had left to go do... something. If she had said what it was then Fie hadn't been listening.

She knew the questions she wanted to ask weren't exactly the safest for conversation, but social graces were not her strong point, so she shrugged and barreled straight ahead. “I heard that you were working for the nobles during the war, yeah?”

As expected, her classmate's eyes narrowed. “...Where did you hear that? That information is classified.”

“Rean told me.” Throwing him under the bus like that might not have been nice, but she wasn't all that interested in being nice. He was the one who blabbed away that info so he could deal with the consequences himself.

Altina huffed in annoyance, but that was the only visible sign of her annoyance. Instead the girl seemed almost to lighten up her demeanor at that revelation. “Very well. That is indeed accurate, although the circumstances weren't quite as they seemed.” Just what was her relationship with their teacher that caused her to become forthcoming as soon as his name was mentioned? Sure she knew as well as anyone that being enemies in the past meant nothing in the present, but even still...

“So does that mean you know what happened to Xeno and Leo?”

“Ah...” Eyes lit up in understanding. “I take it this is in reference to your prior affiliation?”

Fie shrugged. Altina had already hinted out that she knew about that, so it didn't surprise her at all. Still, the fact that it seemed like half of the campus knew about her time in Zephyr was kinda annoying. So much for being her secret. “Yup. I hadn't seen them since...” She shook her head to drive the memories from her head. “I was hoping you knew something about them.”

“Hmm. My knowledge of the two jaegers is more limited than you are hoping, unfortunately. While we were fighting on the same side – on paper, that is – our missions rarely crossed paths.” Altina's eyes narrowed dangerously. “...In fact I do believe the longest we worked together was that time when Instructor Rean did obscene things to me before kidnapping the Princess of Erebonia.”

“O...kay?” Of all the things she expected to learn from this conversation that was definitely not one of them. “So you don't know what happened to them?”

“Most of the details regarding the Zephyr members are above even my classification level.” Altina tried to keep a straight face, but it was impossible to miss the way she pouted at that revelation. “Still, I do know that the two had been in secret talks with the Erebonian government for some time before the war ended. While I lack details as to what that was all about, I do know that that deal was what allowed for them to safely exit the conflict after Duke Cayenne was apprehended. Their current whereabouts are unknown to me, but I am quite certain that ranking officials in the Intelligence Division and Ironbloods have been in close communication with them.”

Fie groaned tiredly. While useful, the information she had gotten pretty much only confirmed the suspicions she already had. Once again her quest for answers had reached a dead end. “Thanks anyways.”

“You are welcome. I apologize if what I know is not what you wanted to hear.”

“It's fine. To be honest? I'm not sure why I even care about them anymore. It's just something I've been looking into for so long... I guess I don't really know anything different.” She had no idea why she was opening up to the other girl like this, but there was just something about her that made it easy to talk freely in her presence.

Altina tilted her head in thought. “While I do not fully understand your situation, I do believe I can relate a little. The mission I've been on during the past year expired upon my enrollment here, but I still find myself wanting to continue it.”

“Mission...?” The former jaeger paused to consider what little she knew of the girl. Given her previous position and a few noteworthy interactions there was one possibility that came to mind. “Does this mission of yours involve Rean?”

“That information is classified.”

Fie couldn't help but let out a small laugh. If nothing else she could appreciate the girl's sense of humor, even if she was almost certainly being dead serious. So many people used far too many words to convey the simplest of things. It was obnoxious. She had met so many of them during her travels. Altina's almost robotic efficiency was a nice change of pace.

And she was starting to believe that despite their vastly different circumstances and objectives that the two were surprisingly similar. Sure she had a lot of similarities with Randy, but Altina was close to her own age. It was kinda refreshing.

She let out a tired yawn. “I'm exhausted. Let's start getting ready for bed before Juna comes back from...”

Altina must have noticed the way she trailed off as her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You weren't listening to what she said before leaving, were you?”

Fie huffed, but couldn't quite keep the tiny grin off her face. “I was! She said she was going to...” Time to trust in her jaeger instincts. “Apply more hair dye?”

“I was led to believe that her hair color was natural.”

“Do you really think a color that obnoxious can be natural?”

“But what about her family?”

Fie followed Altina's gaze to the picture in question. She shuddered. It was just way too much pink! “Paid actors, maybe? Dunno.”

“I find your reasoning flawed, but the premise is intriguing enough. Perhaps an investigation is in order?”

Everything else she thought about Altina? Irrelevant. It was definitely her dry sense of humor that made her so easy for Fie to get along with. The one bright spot in this class of annoying busybodies.

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As much as Fie loved her naps she was a trained jaeger first and foremost, so the sound of someone being far too close for comfort was enough to jolt the girl from her rest. Despite her exhaustion her eyes were quick to take in all the pertinent details. She was currently resting up against the solitary tree in the school yard. The time was late in the afternoon – not a surprise since she had bolted over here as soon as classes had ended. And the person responsible for her early wake up was a student with bright red hair in a pair of ponytails.

And she was digging a hole into the ground?

“...What are you doing?” She blearily asked once she confirmed that that was indeed what the other girl was doing. Now that her brain was running at full process she recalled the other student as a member of Class IX, although the name eluded her.

The girl let out a startled yelp before turning towards her. “Oh! I'm so sorry! Did I wake you?! I didn't even notice you were there!”

“It's fine.” It wasn't, but telling her that would only create unnecessary problems. “So?”

“Oh, right. Haha...” The girl laughed sheepishly as she looked between the hole and the unamused Fie. “Well, I've been thinking. Wouldn't this area be great for a garden?”

“A... garden?” Fie knew what they were, of course, but she was confused as to why this person wanted to make one.

If her confusion showed the other girl didn't seem to notice it. “Yup! I asked Instructor Towa for permission and she gave her approval. I don't have any seeds or anything and my gardening tools are still home in Alster, but I can at least check out the soil quality now, right?” She giggled happily. “I can't wait to plant some nice fruits and vegetables here!”

This girl seemed way too friendly for her own good. Maybe that positive attitude was why Fie continued questioning her, as troublesome as it might be. “But why a garden? Don't we already have plenty of food available to us?”

“I guess so?” She seemed confused by the question. “But that doesn't really matter! Fresh food is way tastier, especially when it's grown with your own two hands. Plus I haven't been able to find any strawberries anywhere in town and that's practically a crime!”

“Okay...?” She honestly had no idea if any of that was true or not. Sure she had seen plenty of farms in the past, but never had she cared enough to consider the art itself. A few members of Zephyr did grow some stuff during those rare long-term missions, but they tended to focus on essentials like medicinal herbs and the like.

“And plus!” The red-haired girl continued, once again ignoring her skepticism. “Club activities will be starting up soon. I want to at least have the garden ready to go by that time.”

What did club activities have to do with anything? Sure Fie knew that mandatory clubs were soon to be a thing – something which she was dreading quite a lot – but the only way she could see a garden being needed is if she wanted to start a gardening club, but wouldn't that wait until after the club had been formed so the other potential members could partake in it?

Whatever. This was all too complicated for the former soldier.

“Ah! It's just as I thought!” The girl reached into her hole and pulled out a clump of dirt. “See? The soil quality here is fantastic. Things are going to grow super well here!”

“Um... Sure.” Fie Claussell was many things, but what she wasn't was an expert in gardening. That thing in the other girls' hand? It was a clump of dirt. Nothing more.

“Heehee. This is going to be great! I should contact home and have them send me my tools right away...” The cheery girl mumbled to herself while Fie looked on in abject confusion. Something which the Class IX girl noticed, but seemingly got the wrong idea. “Oh. I'm so sorry. I never introduced myself, did I? I'm Sandy.”

“...Fie.”

Sandy bobbed her head in acknowledgment, even as she worked to fill in her hole. “It's good to meet you, Fie.”

“Same, I suppose.”

With the hole fully covered the happy girl wiped her brow. “Whew. I think I'm gonna head back to the dorms. It was nice chatting with you. Let's do it again some time!”

The silver-haired girl could only watch as she all but skipped away. That girl was way too happy for her own good. And was that really a conversation that could be considered nice?

She shook her head. This was way too much to think about. Just a random encounter that meant little in the grand scheme of things. Surely she didn't need to worry about some overly excited girl with an obsession with farming, right? Of course if she was going to keep coming back to work on her so-called farm that would surely become a nuisance down the line...

Fie let out a yawn. Whatever. Best to just return to her nap and try to forget about everything that had just happened.

Neinvalli Exchange.

That was what the sign said. Although the girl had spotted it during her initial tour of Leeves it still boggled the mind that a store with the same name as the infamous black market dealer was in this sleepy little suburb. Sure the small store was tucked away in the closest thing the place had to a back alley, but still. Maybe it was just another shop that coincidentally had the same-

“Arf.”

...Was that a dog's bark? Why was there a dog in what might very well be a dangerous weapon shop? It sounded like a young puppy, too.

“Is that a customer you smell? Good job, Cerberus.” And now there was another voice, but this one sounded almost as young as the dog. How mysterious. “Come on in. We're open for business!”

Giving a mental shrug the girl did as she was told. The inside of the shop certainly wasn't comparable to the infamous store in Crossbell. It was much too small for that. And the few display cases that were out weren't nearly as full. Still, what was there was very clearly the weapons and equipment of dubious legality that she expected from a place called Neinvalli.

Even the person manning the counter was a lot smaller than the one in Crossbell, but it was someone she recognized all the same. “...Jingo?” Suddenly everything made sense. A smaller second shop for the weapon dealer's daughter. And the puppy that was wagging it's tail happily by her feet, apparently.

Having her name called out caused the younger girl to narrow her eyes at her suspiciously. That only lasted for a few seconds until they widened in realization. “Is that you, Sylphid?” Clearly she was confident in her guess as her pause wasn't long enough for Fie to answer. “Well I'll be! Didn't expect to see you around here. Momma always wondered what happened to you after the Jaeger King bit it. Sorry bout that, by the way. He was a good client. Gonna miss him and his mira.”

“...Thanks?” Sure the condolence was solely due to his status as a preferred client, but it still felt good to hear someone be genuinely remorseful for the death of the Boss. “Is this place what I think it is?”

“Yup. Welcome to the Neinvalli Exchange's Leeves branch store! Cerberus, greet our first customer.”

“Arf!” She couldn't help herself. Crossing the store the former jaeger was quick to find just the right spot behind the little puppy's ears. One little scratch was enough for the mighty Cerberus to be putty in her hands.

Something which Jingo didn't seem to appreciate. “Hey! He's being trained to be the ultimate hunter! Don't go spoiling him like that! You here to buy something or what?”

“Sorry.” She wasn't at all sorry. Even as she pulled away from the little puppy she shot him a wink. That dog was getting all the pats when she could sneak them in. Begrudgingly she focused her attention away from the dog and to Jingo's words. “I'm not really here to buy anything today. No mira.”

“That's fine. Mama always told me to be flexible with my clients. You're a student, yeah? That means you're getting a stipend from the school. Maybe we can setup a payment plan. Or maybe you can find me some goods I'm looking for? Either way, I'm here to work with you.”

Fie had to give Jingo credit. The young girl actually sounded like a professional businesswoman. And it was true that she could use some gear...

Whatever. Crippling debt wasn't the worst thing that has happened to her. And plus, she had a feeling that at the very least Randy would be a shopper here. Maybe she can get her stuff put on his tab.

Walking around the store a few things caught her eyes. Some HE bullets that her gunblades could fire, powerful quartz for an ARCUS II that were far above anything the school offered, and some neat little accessories. All were pretty useful. But for someone so used to living frugally the past few years she was willing to leave them be. For now, at least.

There was one thing however that she really couldn't pass up. “These flashbangs...”

“Uh huh. Finest non-lethal grenades you'll find this side of the capital! They flash a little brighter and bang a little louder compared to the junk you're used to. And while they might be non-lethal I wouldn't want to be standing close to one when it blows up.”

It was a sales pitch and Fie knew it, but she couldn't help but buy into it. “They're that good?”

“Neinvalli guaranteed! Anyone dumb enough to get caught by one of those bad buys will be out of the fight or you'll get your mira back!” The young girl paused before looking away sheepishly. “Eer... But this store has a no refund policy. Don't want our goods getting tracked back to us. You understand, right?”

“Sure, I get you.” She had expected that much at the very least. And it wasn't as if she doubted the quality of Neinvalli goods. Boss always spoke highly of the store and the owner. Really really highly, in fact....

She glanced towards the tiny shop owner. She knew Boss and the shop owner had been friends for many years. Given her apparent age it wouldn't be impossible. But still...

There was no possible way, right?

Shaking off those random and weird thoughts she refocused on the task at hand. “Like I said before, I have no mira right now, but how much are we talking...?”

“Two-fifty a pop. But for you I'll make a special offer. Every three you buy comes with one on the house. Good deal, yeah?”

In all honesty it was. She had been expecting a significantly higher number. It was tempting. Still, accepting it would ensure her first couple months at school were destined to be poor ones. Maybe she should consider a job...?

The pros battled against the cons, but in the end there was only one decision. Soon enough Jingo was celebrating her first sale with her dog while Fie made her exit with a bag of highly dangerous explosives.

Not too many, of course. She doubted her roommates would appreciate that. Or anyone else at the school, really.

She shook her head sadly. They just didn't understand the value of a good explosive.

“Hmm...” A bored Fie waited impatiently while her teacher read over the stupid task he had her do. “I gotta say, this is...”

Even though he trailed off the nervous smile on his face gave his thoughts away, much to her ire. “Wrong? You made me write stuff based on my opinions! How are they wrong?”

Under her glare he laughed sheepishly. “You're right. These answers aren't wrong. They just weren't what I was expecting when I asked the question.”

“Well maybe you should have asked a different question? 'Write your opinions of all your classmates'. A dumb, tedious question, but I did it anyways.”

“Sure. You did that. I was just expecting you to write about what you thought of them as people. Not... this.” He waved the paper as if she didn't know what he was talking about, despite the fact she had just finished writing it. Seeing her pointed look the instructor cleared his throat before focusing his eyes on the words she had written.

“'Juna – Her weapons make her a very versatile fighter, capable of fighting at all ranges. Main weaknesses are her speed and observation skills. A good ambush would take her down easily. Could also engage her in a mid-ranged shooting duel before charging in and overwhelming her before she can shift her weapons from gunner mode and take a good stance.

Kurt – Light on his feet and pretty skilled with his swords. Hasn't shown much in the way of ranged combat. Would be easy pickings against someone equally as fast who fought primarily at a distance. Very straightforward fighter so explosives could probably work well too.

Altina – Needs more observation. How does her combat shell work? How well can it detect things? Does it react automatically or does it need some kind of command from her first? The obvious solution is to ignore the weapon and go straight for the girl, but without proper understanding that would be really risky.'”

After finishing reading the paper he glanced back up at her, causing her to scoff. “You asked for my observations. There they are.”

“You're right. I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting you to write about them as if they were enemies for you to be prepared to fight.” He glanced back down at the page before giving a thoughtful hum. “Still, while this isn't what I expected, I have to to say these are quite impressive observations from the one mission we did together, even if I think you're underestimating your classmates quite a bit.”

“So? Are we done here?” The mandatory hour was almost up and she was ready to get out of there.

“Sure. Before you go, however, I want to ask.” He paused as he glanced back at the paper in his hand. “Have you figured out my weaknesses yet?”

She blinked. What an odd question. She wanted to assume he was simply being cocky and wanted her to stroke his ego by failing to answer, but even she could tell from the curious look on his face that that was not the case. So why ask the question?

At the very least she could consider it. He definitely wasn't at the level of Boss and she doubted he could stand up to the likes of Xeno or Leo for long. That being said, unlike Kurt his sword style seemed a whole lot more versatile. Those crimson beams he was throwing around would make fighting at range tricky. He was pretty fast, too, and given the way he sensed her when she was trying to hide an ambush probably wasn't an option either.

Still, there was always one idea that was usually effective against a soft person like him: Take a hostage. It was a tried and true method of many lesser jaeger corps when fighting a superior foe. He would be a whole lot less impressive if he was too worried about a student who was being held captive.

“...Not yet.” But she didn't say that. Zephyr never bothered with such a horrid tactic. They didn't need to. And while she might not be on the level of Boss and the others she still had her pride as a member of that corp.

“Well, keep at it. I'm sure you will figure something out eventually.” The smile Rean gave was so strange. He really seemed to think there was something there, didn't he?

Whatever. Weird questions weren't worth thinking about right now. This torture session was over. Now was the time for her to get as far away from this room as possible. Freedom for a few days.

Still, even as Fie made her retreat she made a mental note to keep a closer eye on her instructor during the next fight. If there was an answer to be found she would find it.

If someone saw how Fie acted each and every morning they would wrongly assume that she was one of the more academically minded students in the school. Why else would she diligently leave the dorms and make the solitary trek to the campus so early every morning if not to get to class with plenty of time to spare?

The real answer was that going early meant she could avoid the crowds.

This day was no exception as the silver-haired student walked towards the dorm exit after a quick breakfast. Everyone else was still eating, hanging out with friends, or just too busy getting ready for class to pay her any mind. Just the way she liked-

“Hey, Fie! Come join us!”

Crap. With a long sigh the girl turned to deal with whatever annoyance life was about to throw her way. The caller was obviously Juna. Said girl was sitting at one of the tables. Opposite her was a bespectacled girl from another class. A few other students were hanging around them.

And on the table were a bunch of... cards?

As much as she wanted to just continue walking and act as if she didn't hear the call she knew it would only lead to more headaches in the future. With great reluctance the loner abandoned her mission in favor of approaching the group. “...What are you doing?”

“We're learning how to play Vantage Masters.”

“Vantage Masters?”

“Uh huh.” The girl opposing Juna nodded as she placed a card on her side of the table. “It's a new card game that seems to be getting really popular in Erebonia lately. I heard it's even catching on back home in Remiferia and other countries too!”

One of the spectators let out a shrug. “I'm still skeptical. It's fun, sure, but I can't imagine everyone is ready to get rid of their Blade decks.”

“Please, Stark. Blade is all luck. Everyone knows that it is trash.”

For some reason Rean – who was just walking past – slumped down in abject misery. Neither she nor any of the students paid him more than a glance.

“So why did you call me over?”

“Well... It's been two weeks, you know? We've been living together and I feel like I hardly know you.” Juna looked up at her hopefully. “I was thinking something like this might interest you.”

One of the observers nodded in agreement. “I don't think I've ever seen you outside of classes or meal times.”

“...I think this might be the first time I've heard you speak.”

She couldn't deny the game itself looked kinda fun. It was like a battlefield, except with monster cards. She could just imagine the Boss picking up the game and forcing the others in Zephyr to play it. That thought almost caused her to smile, but she caught herself at the last second.

“Sorry, but I got something to do. Maybe later.”

Fie's attempts at letting Juna down gently seemingly failed as her hopeful expression fell into disappointment. “Are you sure? Is it something to do with classes? Cause I could help out if you wanted...?”

She shook her head, further dissuading the Crossbellian. “Nah. It's something I gotta do on my own.”

“Well... alright.” Juna clearly didn't look convinced.

Thankfully a distraction came in the form of her opponent. “It's still your turn.”

“Oh... right.” With that the pink-haired girl turned away from Fie and back to her deck. She slammed a card onto the table with gusto. “Hehe. Try and stop my Da-Colm, Louise!”

“T-That is a really powerful natial, so I'll play my vanish and target your master for six damage.”

“Six damage? But that would drop me down to... dammit.”

With that amusing finish in her mind Fie slipped away, unnoticed by the other students as they jockeyed over who got to play next. Leeves was just waking up as she exited the dorm, so very few people were out and about. Still, very few was more than what she wanted to deal with, but she had a plan in place for that. For some reason nobody took advantage of the fact that the singular back alley in this town was a good shortcut to school. A route perfect for her.

“Well, look what we've got here.” Except today it seemed there was someone else here. And he didn't seem all that keen on letting her pass. How annoying.

Fie had no idea who the tall blonde guy was, but she vaguely recalled him as being in Randy's class. “What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just wondering what it's like being taught by some great hero. Bet you're feeling pretty special, aren't ya?”

She almost rolled her eyes. Special? As if. The 'hero' was a royal pain in her butt who refused to leave her alone. “Don't care.” Still, this guy was annoying her so she had no real incentive to tell him that.

“Hah! Are you that arrogant because you're in Class VII? Getting to look down at the rest of us 'cause we aren't in the famous group?”

Yeah. This idiot was going to be a nuisance, wasn't he? With a suffering sigh the girl brushed past him and made to continue her journey.

“H-Hey! You can't just walk away from me!” The tall boy reached his arm out, clearly intent on stopping her with force.

Nuh uh. That was not happening. Angrily she pivoted, neatly sidestepping the clumsy grab. Instincts screamed at her to follow up the clean dodge with a counter. It didn't matter how big or strong he was – A sucker punch on someone unsuspecting would neutralize the problem in a single instant.

With great strength of will she reigned in those jaeger instincts. The guy was an idiot, but not a threat. He yelled something at her, but she was perfectly content ignoring him and placing all thoughts about the guy out of her mind as she resumed her journey.

And yet even as she made it back onto the main road to Thors she caught wind of something that gave her pause. A mint-haired student was standing there. Sure she had been distracted by the other guy, but how did that girl avoid her notice for so long? Had she been watching the entire time?

The other girl didn't seem to mind her suspicious gaze, instead opting to let out a breezy giggle before sending a small wave her way. It all seemed innocent enough, but there was something about the display that put her ill at ease. Almost as if her instincts were telling her that she was more dangerous than the idiot she had just left behind.

How odd.

Musse Egret giggled to herself as she watched the silver-haired girl stalk away like a wary predator. How utterly fascinating. She was so caught up in her observations that she barely acknowledged Ash as the fuming boy stomped off towards the cafe.

Fie Claussell... The girl did everything she could to remain out of sight, but that just made her stand out all the more in Musse's eyes. The quiet girl was anything but normal.

...Not that she was normal either.

Choosing to come to Thors had been a calculated risk, but two weeks in and Musse was comfortable that her decision had been the correct one. The school was filled with so many uniquely talented individuals. Individuals that could potentially become great assets in the days to come.

She knew that those who understood her true self considered her to be something of a great chess master. One who saw every potential outcome and could make plans many moves in advance. This was all true, of course, but she didn't think the analogy very apt.

Chess – or any other game for that matter – had clearly defined rules. Every piece could act in a certain manner that was known to all the players. Both sides started on an even footing. The game simply came down to who made the better moves.

The game she was playing, however, was anything but. The board has been heavily stacked against her from the very start and her opponent had already taken many moves. That was a challenge she had already accepted and even come to relish.

The really tricky part for her was that many of her pieces were still unknown. How did they move? How did they act? How did they think?

How could she gain control of them for the struggle to come?

Fie was one such piece. It was painfully obvious to anyone who paid the least bit of attention that the girl was skilled. Extremely so. In a school filled with fascinating pieces she was near the top of the list to investigate further.

...Just behind her absolute hunk of an instructor, of course. Musse shivered in delight. Oh how she was looking forward to solving Erebonia's hero.

Naturally of course she already had her theories about the quiet mysterious girl. The way she seemed to shy away from most social interactions unless forced. The guarded way in which she carried herself at all times. The fact that the teachers seemed to treat her a little differently, as if they knew something everyone else didn't.

All the pieces to the puzzle were there. She merely needed to rearrange them until they slotted together into one coherent picture. A picture that she was sure would confirm the girl's value in the game to come.

Sure she could simply just go ask Principal Aurelia for the answers if she so desired. The Countess was both a very straightforward woman and a steadfast ally. If she believed in the potential of any of the students for the upcoming battle she would simply tell her, privacy be damned. And her vast experience as a warrior gave the woman a uniquely valuable insight that not even Musse herself could ever hope to understand.

But why would she do that? There was plenty of time before events came to a head, and there was such joy in unraveling all the mysteries presented to her. Just because the game she was playing would shape the future of the entire world and the millions of souls living on it didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun in the process, right?

Once again she giggled to herself. How fortuitous was it that most of those mysteries were congregating in a singular class. Truly was the Class VII name living up to its storied reputation. It was still too early to manipulate a transfer of classes, but she was already quite certain that such a move would soon be necessary.

A class with so many talented individuals AND the Ashen Chevalier? Musse let out a happy sigh. That will be an absolute dream come true. Maybe she should just abandon all her scheming and dealings and live out the end of the world as a normal girl? What better way to witness the end of all things than trapped in the warm protective arms of her instructor?

“Hehe. They're going to be so jealous when they find out.” Elise and the princess had been so heartbroken when she was forced to leave Saint Astraia, but she knew those feelings would change to intense jealousy once they realized what a golden opportunity the young girl now had.

Those delectable thoughts were for another time, however. For now she simply needed to play the role of a regular student. Any interactions with Instructor Rean, Fie, or any of the other interesting figures would have to remain as those of a simple classmate. But even that had its own fun. How would she play the role of the schoolgirl while still finding the answers she sought?

The first thing she needed to do was get to school. There was still a little while before classes started, but there was much to do. Preparations for the upcoming club activities chief among them. How fortunate that Maya was a fellow enthusiast of Eastern culture. It should be a simple matter to find a third member to make their Tea Ceremony Club official.

A shame she was positive that a girl like Fie would hold no interest in such an activity as Musse was positive she would be good at it. The girl seemed to have discipline, agility, and patience in spades. And her unrealized beauty would truly shine in a kimono...

Oh! Now that was an idea! Her grandparents were already sending her most beautiful kimono to her. All she needed to do was find a way to show it off to Instructor Rean. Preferably in a way that would entice and excite him...

Musse giggled for a third time as she walked off to class. Let the games begin.

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Even though she normally wasn't one to care for such things, not even Fie could deny that it was a beautiful day. Bright, sunny, and surprisingly warm for a late April morning. The perfect day to curl up and take a nap.

Only she couldn't.

The first free day of the year should have been a cause for celebration as there were no classes, but sadly there was nothing worth celebrating. The threat from the previous day hung over her head like an executioner's weapon, poised to strike.

Join a club. Or else.

She had no idea what being in the student council actually entailed, but she was observant enough to plainly see the horror written on the faces of her classmates at the news that that was the future occupation for anyone who failed to join a club. And the idea of being stuck working with the terrifyingly powerful principal... Yeah, nope. Knowing which battles weren't worth fighting wasn't cowardice. It was prudence.

But that left her with a conundrum. Joining a club. She had spent the first few weeks of school purposely avoiding the other students as much as possible and now she was expected to go up and join some of them on some random pointless activity?

She groaned tiredly as she walked through the nearly deserted courtyard. It was an impossible request. Most of the other students had no problems as they immediately grouped up and began planning out their clubs. They all made it seem so easy.

Wait. No. That wasn't entirely true. Not far from her Altina was standing by her lonesome, looking about as bewildered as Fie felt. She distinctly remember her expressing her own doubts about this task the previous night.

Curiosity compelled her into conversation. “No luck, huh?”

Altina gave her a flat look. “I doubt that you have had any more success.”

“Got me there. Don't even know where to begin.” The situation sucked, but having someone to share her failures in made her feel a little better.

That good feeling lasted for all of three seconds until she noticed the approaching figure of Rean. Of course he would get himself involved. “Would the two of you like my help?”

Fie rolled her eyes. “I thought you wanted us to join the clubs ourselves.” Altina rightfully pointed out.

“I did, but that might have been a little much for you right now. I'll help you two find clubs, but everything else after has to be done yourselves. Is that fair?”

On one hand he was as annoyingly persistent as ever. The guy truly got a kick out of sticking his head where it didn't belong. The look Altina was sporting made it clear that this was a common occurrence for her, too.

...And yet as much as Fie hated to admit it, right now she desperately needed his help. “Fine. I accept. Altina?”

“Very well.”

“Great! Not all the clubs have been formed yet, but I know a few that have. Let me show you to them and see if anything catches your eye.”

The first place Rean took them to was the academy field, where Juna and two other girls were gathering some equipment. They claimed to be the Tennis Club. Although Fie had never seen the sport before, she knew the basics of the game play and the fact that it was supposedly extremely popular in Remiferia.

Given her agility and speed she had a feeling she would be pretty good at the game, but she hesitated. Even if she was good at it did she really want to spend her days playing tiring sports in the summer heat when she could be relaxing somewhere else? Add to the fact she still wasn't comfortable around Juna and didn't even know the others...

While she didn't dismiss the club outright like Altina did, inwardly she was praying that they would find something more interesting.

Something which didn't happen at the second place Rean took them – The Reading Club. The former jaeger couldn't imagine a more boring club could possibly exist in the world. As far as she was concerned most books were for keeping the fire going during cold nights and little more.

Surprisingly Altina seemed quite interested when Rean took them to the pool where the Swimming Club was obviously located. After the briefest of introductions her younger classmate left to get changed into a swimsuit, leaving her and her teacher to wait.

Leonora – the captain of the club – approached her while they waited. “Don't suppose you're interested in joining too?”

She hesitated. In a way it was like the Tennis Club. “I don't mind swimming, but...”

“Naw. I get it. There are a lot of things I like doing in small doses too. No sweat. Still...” She felt wary when the green-haired girl's appraising eyes roamed her body. “With your body I bet you're really good at swimming. Tell ya what – Even if you don't want to join the club you're always welcome at the pool. Got a hunch you would make for a great race partner.”

“Thanks?” Three weeks in and such casual kindness still made her feel uncomfortable. After a few more words Leonora left to chat with some of the other club members, leaving her alone with Rean. “What other clubs are there?”

“Well, like I said earlier there are still clubs that have yet to be formed, but off the top of my head I know of the Chess Club, the Eastern Tea Ceremony Club...” For some reason he looked away with a red hue after mentioning that one. Odd. “...and the Cooking Club.”

Yuck. All things she would be terrible at. Before she could contemplate her bleak prospects further the door to the changing room opened and out stepped Altina. Under Leonora's guidance the possibly former intelligence agent tentatively approached the pool before slowly entering.

At first Altina floundered in the pool and Fie was afraid she might start to panic and need rescuing, but under Leonora's steady coaching the girl calmed herself down. She watched in quiet interest as her classmate slowly started to acclimatize herself to the water before eventually beginning basic swim techniques.

Fie thought it was weird. Altina was clearly struggling and there was no doubt in Fie's mind that she would be unable to swim the entire length of the pool, but underneath the look of intense concentration on her face was one of... excitement? It made no sense to her.

Fortunately there was still that guy who seemed to think he knew everything still standing there. “I don't get it. She clearly sucks at this.” She felt a bit bad saying it that bluntly, but sometimes the simplest course of action is the most direct one. “So why is she still doing this?” It was beyond obvious at this point that this was Altina's future club.

Rean must not have minded her negative comment much as he laughed – much to her chagrin. “You're looking at this the wrong way. You don't need to do something you're good at. In fact, we'd almost prefer the opposite. Nothing you do during club activities is getting a grade. This is supposed to be a time for you to experiment with something new. Isn't there something you want to do, but have never had the chance to try before?”

“Something I've never tried before...?” It made sense, she supposed. There were only like twenty students total, not nearly enough for everyone to find something they're already good at. “What were the options again?”

“Outside of here there's the Tennis Club, the Eastern Tea Ceremony Club, the Book Reading Club, the Cooking Club, and the Chess Club. Did one of them pique your interest?”

She hesitated. “...Maybe.” There was something she wanted to try when she was younger. Perhaps that ship had long since sailed, but maybe there was a chance... “After we're done here can we go to the-”

“You want to join the Cooking Club!?”

Fie winced at the loud excitement. She hadn't expected Tita of all people to be involved in this group as the girl seemed too mechanically minded for something like this. She supposed it gave credence to Rean's speech. “Maybe.”

The blond engineer tilted her head curiously. “Do you have any experience?”

She shook her head in the negative. “Not really. I've spent the last few years... traveling. Can only make the basics.”

To her surprise Tita nodded in understanding. “I know the feeling. I spent nearly a year traveling with bracers back home in Liberl. It's a different experience, isn't it?” While Fie was quite certain their experiences weren't the same, the fact the young engineer could relate to her on some level at all was both surprising and a little comforting. So she nodded her head. “That's great! I would be more than happy to teach you a few things!”

“Cool.” She still wasn't sure to think of this entire club thing, but this definitely felt like the best of the lot for her.

“So?” Rean – who had been silently spectating – finally pressed, to her annoyance.

“Yeah, fine. I'm in. Happy?”

She tensed up when Rean's arm reached out towards her head. He seemed to notice this as he stopped before lowering it again with a sheepish look. “I am. Good job, Fie.”

...Just what had he been about to do?

The instructor coughed awkwardly under her confused expression before glancing over at a nearby clock. “W-Well, look at the time. I need to get back to school for a staff meeting. Have a good rest of your free day, you two.”

With that he left in a hurry. “...That was weird.” Turning back towards the only other person remaining she paused. “And what are you doing?”

Tita – who had been busy tapping away at her ARCUS II – looked up at her. “I was just letting the others know that you were joining the club.

“The others?” Dammit. She forgot that these clubs had a minimum of three people in them. Just who else was there?

“Yup! Sandy's also in the club!” Tita's smile wavered a little as she continued with a little less enthusiasm. “...And Freddy seems interested in bringing his... unique recipes into the club, too.”

She had no idea who Freddy was or why Tita seemed so bothered by his 'unique recipes', but she had already met Sandy. “Huh. Neat.” Overall? Not bad. But this was entirely too much social Fie for one day. Seeking to extricate herself from the conversation she let out a yawn. “Think I'm gonna go take a nap now.”

The engineer giggled slightly. “Alright. Have a nice nap. I'll let you know when we're starting club activities.”

“'Kay.”

As she made her exit the former jaeger pondered on what just happened. She had just joined a club. Hurray? These past few weeks had served as a good reminder of just how tasty food that weren't field rations actually was. Could she become good enough to make such dishes herself? Who knows!

...But by joining the Cooking Club she now found herself in a position to find out for herself. As much as she hated to admit it, it seemed like Rean had been right. Maybe expanding her horizons into something like cooking could actually be fun?

With a tiny smile on her face Fie continued her walk. She hadn't been lying when she decided that it was time for a nap. Given how warm and sunny it was an outdoor nap seemed like the perfect choice. But where should she go...?

It was a shame that the academy had so few benches to rest upon. And it was sorely lacking in comfy foliage too, which also reduced the number of solid nap places available. Thankfully it did have one very outstanding tree.

Decision made the girl made the tree her destination. It was still early enough in the day that she should get a few good hours of rest before dinner. With everyone so busy setting up their clubs and enjoying the free day surely the area would be deserted, right?

To her dismay she discovered that it was not so. One girl was diligently working at the ground near the tree. One who noticed her as she approached. “Oh! Hi, Fie!”

“Sandy.” She quietly greeted the girl. “Making your garden?”

“Yeah! Instructor Rean delivered my tools a little while ago.”

Fie couldn't keep her eye from twitching. Did that guy just make a living out of helping people out all day long? “Uh huh...”

“So? Is it true?” The cheerful girl looked up at her excitedly. “Tita told me you are joining the Cooking Club?”

“Looks like it.”

Sandy didn't seem to mind her lack of enthusiasm as she cheered loudly. “That's great! We're gonna have so much fun together!”

“Sure? So this garden of yours...?”

“It's going to be for the club, yep. My home is a farming village so most of our recipes involve fresh fruits and veggies. I'll show you some of them once I get things growing.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Eventually the other girl's exuberance faded slightly and she tilted her head as she glanced at Fie in confusion. “I take it you didn't come here just to see me...?”

“Was planning on taking a nap, actually.”

For some reason that answer caused Sandy to giggle in amusement. “Sure! I'll be quiet for you.”

It was a nice offer, but Fie actually felt kinda guilty putting her out like that. “Nah, it's fine. I got some other spots I can check out.” Eyes widened in realization as the perfect spot came to mind. It would absolutely be deserted right now!

“Well, alright. Have a nice nap, Fie!” Sandy smiled widely. “I can't wait for club activities to start! We're gonna be such good friends!”

She didn't say anything as she walked away, but that last comment stuck with her. Friends? Just like that? But they had only talked twice! It was completely insane that anyone could think that of someone else after a couple chance meetings like that!

Fortunately for her, confusing thoughts of cooking and friendships could be shunted aside as she had finally reached her destination – Einhel Keep. Absolutely no one came out this way. It was perfect for a good nap. Setting herself down against the building the newest member of the Cooking Club closed her eyes and drifted off into an easy slumber.

As unprofessional as it was, Rean couldn't stop himself from facepalming as he laid eyes on the sleeping girl. Seriously? Sure he knew she liked taking naps around town and the school, but all the way out here? Beside him Altina stared stoically at the sleeping girl. That was natural. On her other side, however...

“Oooh. Who's that?”

Such an odd sight was bound to generate questions, especially for one as inquisitive as Millium Orion. “That would be one of my students, Fie.” Best to keep the information to a minimum. It wasn't that he didn't trust his classmate, but...

“Neat. That looks comfy. Maybe I should try taking a nap out here?”

Leave it to Millium to think taking a nap in the middle of nowhere was a good idea. “Do not take naps in strange places.” Luckily for him Millium's sister was on the ball at shooting her suggestions down.”

“Aww! That's lame! Can I wake her?!” Class VII's most excitable girl was quick to pivot topics.

“I don't think that would be very-”

“...I'm already awake.” True to word Fie's eyes were open as she glared at Rean and the two rabbits. “You are too loud.”

As pointless as it was to ask, he couldn't stop himself. “Why are you out here?”

“Taking a nap, duh.” Just as he expected. “It's supposed to be quiet out here.” The venom in her eyes was impossible to miss.

“Hiya!” Not that such a thing could stop his classmate. “I'm Millium! It's nice to meetcha!”

The silver-haired student stared at the excited girl for a moment before her gaze shifted towards him. The unspoken question was clear. “She's a member of the original Class VII, here on special business today.”

His answer caused her eyes to flash with recognition. Of course. She had seen his precious photo already. “Nice to meet you?” Millium being Millium seemed to completely ignore the dubious way which Fie greeted her. “Why are you out here anyways?”

“Old Man Schmidt wants us to beat up some monsters!” The blue-haired girl cheered happily. That only lasted for a moment before she gasped, seemingly having received an epiphany. “I know! You should come with us!”

“Now Millium, I don't-”

“I think it's a good idea.” Any other time and Rean would be happy to see Altina agreeing on something with her sister. But to unite against him like this? How troublesome.

Still, at the end of the day the decision didn't belong to either of them. It belonged to Fie and Professor Schmidt. As the former dragged herself off the ground and dusted dirt off her uniform he expected to hear a flat refusal. “Is it gonna be harder than the trial we did the first day?” So to hear her actually consider it threw him for a loop.

“It will be, yes.” Of course that wouldn't stop him from answering honestly.

“Okay. Why not?”

“Really?” He shouldn't be questioning his own student like that, but he was that surprised. Sure he knew she had occasionally been doing some extra training at the dorms, but still...

Fie must have noticed his disbelieving gaze as she looked away with a huff. “Got a problem with that?”

Luckily he was saved from having to answer as Millium cheered loudly. “Woohoo! We got a great team here! Let's go go go!” Although Altina remained silent the small smile on her face spoke volumes of her thoughts as she followed her fellow rabbit into the keep. For his part Rean sighed tiredly, but knew the grin on his face was telling a different story. It was a little thing, but her agreeing to come along was promising. He waved Fie ahead before entering Einhel Keep behind the three girls.

As expected, Professor Schmidt and Tita were already there waiting for them. While the latter was surprised by the addition of his students the former merely let out a scoff. “I see you brought Black Rabbit and the jaeger girl with you.”

Rean winced. He knew the professor as well as anyone. The man had absolutely no morals and found anything that delayed his work to be a hindrance. But still! Did he really need to announce Fie's prior affiliation like that? Tita was right there for Adios' sake!

Something which Fie didn't fail to notice as she scowled lightly and bunched her fists at her side.

Either she understood his inner turmoil or was simply impatient, but Altina chose to answer for him. “Is there a problem?”

“Not at all. I already surmised as such when I passed her on the way over. I have adjusted the difficulty accordingly.

After some final preparations the group of four made their way to the elevator. He had held back during the first trial for the sake of his students, but he had a feeling that this time he would need to give it a little more effort. But how to best go about this...?

“Alright! Let's kick some butt!” Millium was quick to form a combat link with a reluctant Altina. “Milly and Tilly with Lammy and Sammy! We're unstoppable!”

Although her look was anything but impressed 'Tilly' made no move to break the link. Guess that settled that. He glanced towards the final member of their group. “Guess we're partners today. Don't worry, I'll-” He paused as an idea came to mind. Something that both answered his prior thought and would be applicable here. He grinned. “I'll match your tempo, don't worry.”

Although the former jaeger didn't verbally reply to his statement, she didn't refuse his combat link either. He took that as a good sign. Entering the first room the group of four were immediately beset by monsters. Dromes and monstrous turtles. Perfect.

Millium and Altina both understood that the Dromes were hard to kill with physical attacks and so opted to hang back and blast away with the lasers of their combat shells. That just left the turtles. As he had expected, once the battle began Fie darted forward, gunblades poised to strike. The turtles tried to snap at her, but the agile girl danced around their clumsy strikes. Something which left them wide open.

He took a stance he hadn't used in combat in quite some time, but despite that it was still one of his favorites. Focusing energy into his legs he prepared to move. Fie had already stepped out of his way – either having read his intent through the combat link or just naturally observant enough to expect such an action. There was nothing to stop him from taking off. “Second Form: Gale!”

Working alongside someone else – while admittedly rather uncommon – wasn't something completely alien to Fie. During her time in Zephyr she obviously worked with the other jaegers, and even during her awful mercenary days she had occasionally found herself fighting alongside someone else. During her first visit to Einhel Keep she had been forced to work with Kurt.

But this was the first time she had ever fought alongside someone who could match her speed.

Sure there were obvious limitations to Rean's ability. The fact it wasn't natural speed was an obvious one. She could tell that the force he used to propel himself forward prevented him from making clean natural movements. Instead he relied on wide sharp turns to keep his offensives going.

And yet despite being a pale imitation of real speed she couldn't help but find fighting alongside a fellow speedster to be... fun. Neither Boss nor the others relied on speed, instead overwhelming their opponents with raw power and deadly traps. And thanks to their combat links they didn't need to worry about getting in each other's way, either!

The fact that he had been keeping such a useful skill in reserve was kinda impressive.

“...Me and Lammy had just landed after flying over the Nord Highlands when a bunch of crazy people on horses rode up and attacked us without warning!”

Millium Orion was also another interesting individual. Despite the enemies in the keep being fairly difficult the blue-haired girl was just as loud and excitable as she had been before they had entered. It almost seemed as if the battles were a game to her. Sure the members of Zephyr often acted casual during enemy encounters, but underneath that exterior were still hardened warriors who were diligently planning out victory with every action.

Millium... Seemed to be the opposite of that. She would have considered the girl to be an idiot were it not for the fact that her actions proved otherwise. Despite having a nearly identical combat shell thingy as Altina the supposedly older sister was always a little quicker to act and more decisive with her commands. Observing this Old Class VII member had been one of the reasons she decided to tag along, and thus far she wasn't sure what to think. Were all of Rean's classmates just as weird?

Given her limited interactions with Sara it was a very real possibility.

“In my defense we were looking for suspicious individuals and you certainly fit the bill.”

“You were looking for a bunch of jaeger dropouts! You and Jusis must be really blind if you think I look anything like those losers!”

Fie silently nodded in assent. Sure jaegers came in all sorts, but she was pretty confident that there wasn't a single mercenary out there like Millium.

Altina scoffed. “Why am I not surprised that your first encounter with Instructor Rean was because you got caught being suspicious.”

“Hey! You're one to talk! Didn't you kidnap his sister during your first meeting with him?!”

Altina's only response was to look away awkwardly, causing Millium to raise a fist in celebration. Huh. That sounded like a fun story.

Rean seemed surprisingly unbothered by it, however. “Alright, you two. I think we're coming up on the end, so let's be ready for anything. I'm sure the professor has something dangerous planned for us.”

“Aww, already? This was way too short!” Fie found herself agreeing. The initial trial had been a lot longer. “This is pretty fun though! Remember when we worked together at Celdic, Tilly?”

“I recall you repeatedly bungling our efforts to capture the Northern Jaegers. This has been a vastly different experience.”

The final room was deserted, but that didn't seem to matter much in Einhel Keep. Sure enough, shortly after the group entered there was a ball of light and when it faded a monster stood in its place. A rather large behemoth that roared in challenge as it gazed down upon them.

“Millium!”

“Righto! White Decoration!” Brave Orders were another unique feature of the ARCUS II. Fie had no idea how it actually worked, but someone could overload their unit with energy to enhance the capabilities of all other nearby units. It seemed like a pretty crazy ability. She knew from an earlier encounter that Millium's enhanced their durability by quite a lot.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had the capability to do such a thing. And if so, what effect would it take?

There was no time to think about that as Rean burst into action, charging right at the large behemoth. The guy definitely acted a lot more aggressively against more powerful enemies. Still, it wasn't as if she were much different as she darted into action right behind him. And while her teacher was forced to divert his attack after drawing the ire of the boss and evading his fists, she had no such problem to deal with. Her blades drew first blood as they sank into a meaty leg, but given the way it tried to kick out at her she knew not much real damage had been done.

The monster was forced to focus its attention away from her as Millium charged in with her doll transformed... into a giant hammer? That didn't seem all that practical, but the little girl swung the massive weapon with ease. The enemy looked like it wanted to block the dangerous attack, but a laser blast from the other combat shell hampered its efforts enough for the original Class VII member to strike home with her blow.

The enemy was forced back by the powerful blow, but that mostly served to make it angry as it let out a bellowing roar that reverberated through the room. Fie winced as the force of the noise threatened to unbalance her. Millium – being at the epicenter – wasn't so lucky as she fell backwards onto her butt.

Roaring victoriously the beast reared an arm to swing. In a hurry Fie fired her gunblades at its face. Sadly, while her shots did inflict some damage, the monster was too smart to ignore the tasty prize in front of it. It slammed down with all it's might....

“Lammy barrier!” ...And accomplished nothing as Millium's combat shell somehow managed to completely nullify the attack.

Undeterred the enemy was about to try again, but this time Rean was upon it like a whirlwind of blades. This time the monster's roar was of anguish as his tachi scored deep cuts all over it. “Fie!”

“Ja!” She didn't need his command to exploit the obvious opening. With the monster so distracted it was easy for the former jaeger to move in undetected and strike at a spot that she knew would hurt. With all her strength she drove her twin blades into the back of it's leg, hamstringing it. For good measure the girl pulled the trigger and exploited the cuts with charged shots.

It was too much for the monster as it toppled over, with Fie just managing to dart out of the way before it landed on top of her. Still, the old man had picked a pretty dangerous enemy for this trial as it was already struggling back to its feet. They needed to put it down for good while it was vulnerable.

Something which Rean seemed to agree upon as he shouted out. “Hit it with everything you have!” Heeding his own advice the swordsman seemed to still himself as he focused on his sword. That moment of silence faded as he darted forward in a flurry of blows. It was like the so-called second form he had been using during the trial, but different. It was the same attack he had used when Juna and Kurt got in trouble during the last trial. “Seventh Form! Fallen Leaves!” Between the cuts and the windstorm he created the monster was badly reeling by the time he finished.

As soon as his attack ended she began her own. Her strongest move, taught to her by the Boss personally. Like Rean her attack began with overpowering speed as she sliced and diced at the fallen foe, but unlike his she finished up with a barrage of bullets from her guns. Only her blows weren't nearly as powerful and the volley of bullets was more of a hindrance to the thickly armored foe than anything-

Before she could reflect on the limitations of her Sylphid Dance Millium sprang into action. Once again she had her Airgetlam hammer, but this time there was also an Airgetlam ball...? Seeing her slam the two together like this was a sporting event was really weird and seemingly impractical, but as the ball impacted the monster the results spoke for themselves.

Fie was fairly certain the beast was already dead, but Altina decided to take no chances as she proved that Millium wasn't the only one with really strange attacks. Unlike her sister who transformed her shell into a weapon, Altina elected to turn hers into a suit of flying armor. Something which she used to great effect as she flew in while firing her big laser before slicing at the now very definitely dead enemy with the blades of her wings.

With that the trial was complete. Both Rean and the two sisters seemed pleased as the group made their way back to the exit. Fie too wanted to appreciate that this had been both a good workout and an interesting observation of the others.

But she couldn't. Instead her mind was focused on the final encounter. Sure the others with her were all either seasoned fighters or in possession of strange combat shell technology, but there was no denying that her Sylphid Dance had paled in comparison to what they all brought to the table. She knew that it was more effective against groups of weaker enemies, but it was still her strongest ability...

...In fact it had been her strongest ability for almost three years now. It was yet another painful reminder of just how badly she had stagnated since Zephyr disbanded.

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If anyone had told Fie that she would actually be excited for a school lesson she would have scoffed and assumed they were an idiot. But as she found herself seated among the three combined classes she couldn't deny the truth of the matter. Right now she was very eager to get this class underway.

This class was their introduction to Panzer Soldats.

Maybe it was a little immature of her, but the idea of piloting a giant robot in battle was a pretty fun one. Tanks, airships, and artillery – while all obviously useful – lacked the tactical flexibility that jaegers relied upon. Massive humanoid robots didn't seem to share those same flaws as they combined mobility with firepower to make for an awe-inspiring presence on any battlefield.

During the civil war she had borne witness to their capabilities first hand as she came across battle after battle. In the hands of a skilled pilot they were a dominant force, capable of brushing aside the Imperial Army's tanks with ease. They were the newest weapon and war and must have cost hefty sum of mira to produce. To think that she of all people would soon be piloting one...

A little voice in the back of her head reminded her that Xeno and Leo had been employed during the war to pilot them. What that meant for her she didn't quite know, but something about it felt right. It was as if following in their footsteps, which lent some credibility to her current path in life.

But before the fun piloting could begin first she and everyone had to sit through a long presentation from Towa and Michael about safety protocols and how the afternoon drills would work. It was all tedious words for the girl who would rather learn by doing, but she understood it was a necessary evil. Boss and the others had sat her down for many such lectures when teaching her about things like explosives and firearms, even if those had been far less formal.

Just as she was beginning to despair that Towa's lectures would never cease, they finally did. With renewed vigor she and the other students made their way out of the building and to the hangar. Now it was finally time to begin the fun part!

...As it turned out, it was not. Instead she had to stand through some more lectures, but this time from Tita of all people. The student/engineer/cook had apparently been put in charge of explaining the actual controls and startup procedures to the gathered throng. At least this knowledge was actually sorta useful, even if she would really rather get to the fun part.

Her new club mate was clearly knowledgeable about the topic on hand, but her nerves seemed to be getting the better of her as she stood at the center of attention. During her struggles Tita's eyes roamed across the assembled school and when they reached hers Fie couldn't help but give a reassuring nod to her club mate. For some reason that seemed to perk Tita up as she continued the lecture with a little more confidence.

Weird.

Even as she listened with one ear the silver-haired girl found herself looking around at the parked soldats. From what she knew, these were all upgraded models from the ones unveiled in the war, but for the most part they functioned the same. Three of the basic all-rounder Drakkhen models and one of the big heavy ones that Tita called a Hector. Some of the others seemed disappointed that they wouldn't be piloting that one, but Fie found herself not caring at all. Big and slow just made for an easy target. She had heard rumors of a fast model soldat, but it didn't seem like the school had any of them. Shame.

Finally, after what felt like years, they were freed from the lectures and allowed to mount up, but not before one final surprise was unveiled to them - Customized weapons to fit each and every student. That the school had somehow found the time and technical know-how to create soldat sized gunblades just for her was staggering, especially as she had never let any of the staff touch her prized possessions since arriving.

It was a slow process, as Randy and Rean took the Hector and one of the Drakkhens to oversee things and pretty much all of Class VII and VIII were chomping at the bit to get started, but eventually her turn came. Using her great agility she sped up the machine and was in the cockpit practically before Kurt had fully dismounted, earning her an unhappy glare for her efforts. Once settled into her seat she had to fight the urge to grin in excitement.

She was lucky she succeeded, as a few seconds later the communications system activated and the ever-present face of her teacher appeared. As much as his nature annoyed her most times, right now she was grateful for his easy to understand instructions. It was so much easier following his prompts while sitting in his seat than it was for the easily bored girl to recall the words given during the class sessions.

One step forward, then two. A steady trot ensued. Eventually she was confident enough to break into a run. Soon she was making the quick pivots and leaps her combat style relied upon. Her gunblades were balanced correctly and swinging and shooting them felt correct. All in all, everything she wanted to do the panzer soldat did.

Except it was uncomfortable for her. She relied on her speed. Not just the speed to cover large distances quickly, but everything she did needed to be fast. Her reflexes, her movements, her decisions. So having to manually control those instinctive reflexes just felt off. She was sure that with experience that gap would diminish, but there was one thing she was fairly certain of.

The Drakkhen just could not keep up with her.

That unfortunate truth meant that while she didn't particularly struggle while going through the motions she was certain her performance had been fairly lackluster. After dismounting and watching the others have their turn she was sure she had been fairly middle of the pack. Juna was clearly more comfortable inside a soldat, while Altina actually struggled quite a bit. Kurt landed somewhere around where she did, although she thought the swordsman's style made him a little more suited for soldat combat.

Still, while she hadn't shined fully it had been a fun experience and she was eager to keep going once the two teachers announced they were beginning mock battles. Having to work with a partner sucked, but given how experienced the older men were it was probably the most obvious way to handicap them. Altina – despite her own soldat troubles – would make for a good partner. She hadn't gone out of her way to not interact with Juna much, but she was still confident they could fight together. The only one she was leery of...

“First up, Fie and Kurt!”

Dammit! She shared a glance with the swordsman. Yup. He was definitely unhappy with this arrangement. She still wasn't quite sure what his problem was with her, but hopefully it wouldn't hinder their ability to fight together. Not even the words of encouragement from Juna and Altina could make her feel good about the upcoming fight against Rean.

“You two have the basic movements down, so you should be able to handle a mock battle.” Rean announced once she and Kurt were safely entombed within their respective machines and properly armed. “These are plastic practice weapons, so you should be able to go all-out within reason. Just like in a normal battle, make use of your senses and give it your all.”

“Two against one... And you're not even using your Divine Knight or a tachi.” Kurt wasn't wrong with his observation, but as much as she hated to admit it he was painfully underestimating their teacher. She could easily see that unlike their clunky movements his soldat moved almost as if it were an extension of his own body. Even if his machine lacked any advantage in power she knew the fight would be a tricky one.

Rean seemed to struggle to keep the corners of his lips from curling upwards, clearly finding the whole concept amusing. “Unfortunately, they wouldn't let me order a tachi for a Panzer Soldat. But just so you know, I piloted these countless times last year at the main campus. To be completely honest, I don't think I'll have much of a problem taking both of you on.”

It was obvious that he was merely goading them into hasty action, but dammit if it wasn't working. As dangerous as the situation was here was a chance for her to give the annoying bastard a piece of her mind after all the times he has tormented her. Kurt was right. That wasn't his normal weapon. If she could just be patient then an opening might present itself for her to-

“...Well then, I'll take your word for that!” Unfortunately for her, Kurt too fell victim to the taunt, but unlike her he seemed compelled to immediately charge into action. Letting out a sigh of frustration the former jaeger pushed her own machine forward.

Fie could tell that she would be too late to arrive at the clash of machines as Kurt was already being driven back, his two blades no match for the older swordsman's one. Instead she pulled up short and prepped her gunblades, waiting for her opening. An opening which came quickly as Rean batted aside Kurt's feeble guard before raking his machine with a follow-up strike that would have done serious damage had it been a real weapon.

With her partner forced back she was free to unload with her projectiles. The first few landed home, but her opponent was quick to react, shielding himself from any significant damage with his sword. The teacher hastily closed the gap between them and her earlier critique of her slowness made itself known as she was only able to partly evade the telegraphed overhand swing he unleashed, wincing as his blade scraped along her Drakkhen's shoulder.

That was when Kurt rejoined the fray. He could have taken the time to circle around and attack in a pincer, but she had a feeling he was less interested in working with her as he was in simply fighting their opponent. All things considered, she was probably fine with that approach. Easier to keep it simple when working alongside someone you had no experience with.

...Or at least she thought she was until one of his swings nearly clipped her after their opponent deftly swayed out of the way.

Fine. If he was so obsessed with fighting their teacher as to endanger her she would oblige. Once again she fell back and turned her guns against Rean, but this time she didn't wait for a safe opening. Whenever she had a decent line of fire she freely pulled the trigger, even if she ran the risk of hitting her ally. They were merely practice rounds so a little friendly fire wouldn't matter much.

She saw an opportunity to put an end to the fight when Rean and Kurt found their machines locked in a clash of blades. Perfect. Whoever designed these soldat weapons did a great job as these gunblades had the same variable power setting for the rounds as her own. Taking aim she allowed her weapons to charge to their maximum capacity before unleashing a powerful shot towards her instructor – Even though the weapon was powered down for practice purposes a clean hit like this could still do some real damage.

Something which was proven true when the round seemingly scored a solid hit on Rean's Drakkhen. The explosion was enough to send Kurt stumbling backwards, not that she really cared. Instead she eyed the smoke from her attack warily, wondering if there was more to the fight or not.

Initially, the results seemed promising. Rean's machine was down on a knee, seemingly out of the fight. That feeling of exultation lasted only for a second until she noticed that his soldat didn't look nearly as battered as it should. Even as he casually rose back onto his feet she could see scorch marks on his short sword. It didn't take a genius to realize he had somehow blocked her attack with his sword at the last second.

“Well...” His voice rang loudly in the cockpit. “I think that's enough. You two are pretty skilled at fighting, but...” His smile grew a little strained. “...There are some areas for improvement, I think.”

The dismissal was obvious so Fie dismounted, handing over her Drakkhen to the captain of Altina's club. She was about to make her way back to her other classmates when a fuming Kurt Vander approached. “What the hell was that?” He hissed out. “You practically shot me!”

“You almost hit me first.” She countered, annoyance seeping into her voice. “And in case you didn't notice I landed the closest thing to a real hit we got.”

“I was right. You are dangerous.” He turned and began walking away. “...I'll never trust someone like you.”

She watched his exit before letting out a sigh and following suit as she rejoined her classmates. Kurt was already there, of course, but the swordsman chose not to spare her a glance as she took up her position next to Altina. If Juna noticed the tension between the two she wisely chose not to comment on it. “That was a good fight, you two. I really thought you had him on the ropes for a minute.”

“...We never stood a chance.” The Vander responded with just a hint of bitterness. “Instructor Rean is quite skilled, in a soldat at least.”

Being outclassed so completely did annoy her somewhat, but it wasn't the first time it had happened. Zephyr wasn't really a fan of coddling anyone, after all. “He'll kick your ass too, but defeat's the best teacher.”

“That... I suppose that makes sense.” Altina quietly agreed.

Thankfully that was all the discussion that ensued over their fight as the members of Class VII instead focused their attention on the two members of Class VIII as they fought against Randy. As expected they were allowed to flounder around for a few minutes before the red-haired man put an end to the fight. She wasn't sure how it compared to her own performance.

Things heated up when Ash, that blonde guy who got in her way the previous week took his turn. In his arrogance he demanded a one vs one fight against her instructor under the condition that the punk could pilot the Hector. Rean – being seemingly incapable of turning anyone down no matter how pointless the reason – was more than willing to accept the offer.

Even in the heavier machine the match still seemed completely one-sided, and it probably would have been had Ash not launched an unprovoked assault at range with his weird chained scythe-axe weapon before the command to begin had been given. As a jaeger Fie obviously understood the importance of winning at all costs, but even she knew that rules are meant to be followed during a simple training fight – You cheat to win, not to learn. Unless you are learning how to cheat, naturally.

Despite being caught completely off guard the Drakkhen was quick to react, managing to move out of way in the nick of time. Ash tried to make up for the failure of his attack by following up with a barrage of strikes while he still had the advantage of range. Sadly for him the flurry of attacks had little success now that Rean was aware of them, especially when the attacks started to get sloppy in their haste as the more experienced pilot began to bridge the gap separating them.

A short exchange of blows later and the fight was over and done with. Without the advantage his weird weapon provided the Class VIII student stood absolutely no chance. Watching Randy chew him out for it after he dismounted was pretty funny.

“Phew... He made it through somehow.” Fie would have teased Juna for feeling relief that the guy the Crossbellian hated so much won, but she couldn't as she found herself thinking the same thing. She could only assume it was because the guy was supposed to be looking over them and the thought of him getting beaten by an idiot taking a cheap shot would have pissed her off.

After that spectacle the last few bouts were pretty basic in comparison. Juna and Altina did decently well together, but neither they nor the rest of Class VIII had standout performances against the veteran teachers. Still, the fact that a bunch of students with just a few minutes of piloting time could actually fight at an okay level was a testament to the power and versatility of Panzer Soldats.

It was still early in the afternoon when the mechs were brought back into the hangars and for a hopeful instant Fie believed they would have an early day. Sadly those hopes were dashed when after lunch it was announced that all students were to attend a briefing in the conference room for an upcoming operation. That... was something entirely different from anything they had done before. Curious despite herself she and the other students hurried to the room where the principal and all the instructors were waiting.

The dull military voice of Major Michael informed them that they would be headed out on a field exercise to the Sutherland province on board a private train that weekend. On the surface it sounded innocent enough as live exercise was more effective than just sitting around in a school all the time, but something about the entire thing made her suspicious. Why the need for a private armored train? And why did all the teachers look so tense?

All save for Principal Le Guin, of course. Fie suspected that that woman would look completely unbothered in the middle of Gehenna.

Still, those were worries for future Fie. Right now they were being dismissed and she had far better things to do with her time than to worry about something she had no control over.

“...With the awakening of the Vermilion Apocalypse the combined armies were put to rout. The Palatinate Knight and its jaeger pilot opted to stand their ground against the infernal machine, sacrificing his life to ensure the safety of everyone else.”

“Why would he do that?” A wide-eyed Fie questioned. When Rean had told her that they would be covering major battles set during the War of the Lions she had expected yet another boring night. Instead the teacher had surprised her with an impossible story of Divine Knights. Despite herself she couldn't help but be compelled by the tale. She wasn't a history buff by any means, but she would have heard a story like this before. It had to be fake...

...Right?

Schwarzer shrugged. “Nobody knows for sure. Perhaps he simply saw an opportunity for an amazing fight? Or maybe his loyalty to Prince Lucius and Dreichels was founded on more than just mira? Such knowledge has been erased from history.” He paused before looking at her sheepishly. “As a matter of fact this entire story has been forgotten from history, so don't expect to see it on any tests.”

She blinked. Once. Twice. Comprehension slowly dawned on her. With that understanding came anger. “What the hell!? Why waste my time with this story if none of it matters?!”

“I never said none of it matters, but if you want to know it was to prove a point.”

Her fury remained, but it was overridden by confusion. “And what point was that?”

“That you aren't as stupid as you think you are.”

“Huh?”

“Sure you've done what I told you to do during these sessions, but you've always held an attitude that classroom education was not for you. That you are a terrible learner and I shouldn't even bother. Perhaps you even believe it yourself.”

The teacher gave a wide grin. “...And yet as soon as I surprised you with a story about Divine Knights and jaegers you started listening intently. Even asked some good questions too.”

She sputtered. “But that's-”

“And you want to know what's the most decisive proof I have?” He pointed towards a nearby clock. “...The required hour ended almost ten minutes ago.”

Shocked chartreuse orbs confirmed for herself that indeed the hour was late. Had she really been so engrossed in his story as to lose track of the time? The grin on Rean's face grew.

Fie suddenly found the floor very interesting, even if it did nothing to conceal the embarrassed flush on her face.

The black-haired swordsman laughed. This was different from his usual awkward reserved laughs. This one was loud and free. It only made her embarrassment greater. “Sorry.” He got out between chuckles. “Didn't mean to tease you like that. Still, I want you to remember what happened here, alright? You aren't a bad student. You can learn. You just need to be more interested in these things.”

Since the required time had elapsed Fie stood up as she prepared to escape the awkward atmosphere, but she stopped before she could make her exit. Curiosity forced her feet to halt, however. “Was it true?” He tilted his head in confusion, prompting her to elaborate. “That entire story. You said it was forgotten to history, right? So how do you...?”

He hummed. “It's true. During the war I found some books that went into detail about the truth of the Divine Knights.” He raised his hands, forestalling the comment she was about to make. “I know. I know. Books can lie as well as any human. But these books were very old... and very unusual. The church is very interested in them.”

He paused before giving a brief shrug. “While not expressly forbidden I probably shouldn't have told the story to you.”

“So why?”

“Why not? Is it so wrong that I am choosing to trust you with this?”

Trust, huh... She wanted to call him out for being too trusting, but it wasn't as if she could do anything with that story even if she wanted to betray his trust. Well, whatever. If he wanted to play the trusting fool she would gladly take advantage of it. “About today... with Kurt.”

The light atmosphere faded into something more serious as the swordsman pondered her unspoken question. “Hmm... I can't say I fully understand the full scope of Kurt's burden and even if I did I wouldn't share it with you.” She clucked in annoyance- “...But I do have some idea of why he is so distant with you right now.”

She raised a brow in hopeful interest, prompting him to continue. “I think you've underestimated just how observant he can be. Given how similar your fighting styles are I wouldn't be surprised if he had been watching you during the initiation trial. He would have seen just how skilled you were... and that you still weren't going all out until the Magic Knight.”

“So, what? He's jealous of me or something?”

“Maybe a little, but I don't think that's the main problem.” Rean looked around thoughtfully before his eyes settled upon a familiar picture on his desk, causing him to smile softly. “Let me tell you a story about a young man attending Thors. He had spent much of his life training himself so as to not be a disappointment to his family, his master, or himself. He thought he had been doing alright for himself, but his limitations became painfully obvious when he met a classmate. She was a better swordsman, a better noble, more graceful, and unwavering in her convictions. She was everything he wanted to be. Yes, he did feel a little jealous about it at first.”

He let out a happy laugh. “That didn't last long, however, as her skill was matched by her kindness. Despite being his superior she was more than willing to help the boy out, both with his swordsmanship and with... other things. Eventually, thanks to her help and that of his other classmates he was able to grow until one day he was able to stand alongside the girl as equals. They were good friends and he was even help her when her own issues came to light.” His voice lowered, but Fie could just make out his words. “...Although I bet she's gotten a lot stronger since last year.”

“So, what? You telling me to be all nice and helpful and stuff?” She wanted to dismiss his not-so-subtle story as a naive little fantasy, but considering the Vander's open hostility had started right after she refused to spar with him...

He shook his head. “I'm not telling you to do anything. I can understand why you are unwilling to get close to the others, even if I don't think you are doing as good a job at that as you do.” She scowled at him, but it was an empty gesture and she knew it. The last few weeks had not gone according to plan at all. “You wanted my opinion and I gave it. What you do with that is up to you.”

“Right... thanks.” Fie still had no intention of opening up to the others, but maybe she could at least try to understand their feelings a little better now. Time to go back to her room-

“Oh. One last thing, Fie?” She rolled her eyes. Of course he still had something to say. Turning back she saw her instructor was biting his lip slightly... Was he worried about something? “Can I count on you to keep an eye on the others during this field exercise? I trust them, of course, but I think your experience will come in handy out there.”

For the second time she was struck with the feeling that this weekend was going to be anything but a normal training mission. There was definitely something going on that the faculty was keeping from them. “Uh... Sure?” It wasn't as if she had any intention of slacking off on a mission in the first place, but for some reason Rean looked relieved after hearing her answer.

This time she was successful in leaving his room. That was a good thing for her as she had a lot on her mind. Things just couldn't be simple around here, could they?

“I hereby call to order the first meeting of the Cooking Club!”

Tita glanced at her classmate in confusion. “I thought we were just going to quickly talk about the field exercise?”

Sandy giggled. “I know, but I always wanted to say that once.”

It was the day before their departure and Fie's plan to immediately return to the dorms after class had been put on hold when Tita sent her a message about a quick club meetup. That the girl had her ARCUS number without Fie's knowledge wasn't really a surprise given that she was in charge of the maintenance of said equipment.

Some of the clubs had already had a few meetings by this point, but with Tita having been so hard-pressed getting the soldats ready for the weekend she and the others had decided to hold off until after their return, something which had suited Fie just fine. Until now, that was. “So what's this all about?” She asked.

“You said this was about the weekend?” The guy who spoke must have been the Freddy she had heard about. Although this was her first meeting with the Class VIII student, some instinct compelled Fie to keep a safe distance from the boy. Perhaps it was an unkempt appearance, or perhaps it was the wild look in his eyes, but everything about him screamed weird.

She wasn't blind to the irony of her thinking someone else was weird.

“Yup.” Tita replied cheerfully. “Instructor Towa told us that there is a kitchen on board the train and she even put Sandy in charge of it during the exercise. I'm planning on helping out when possible, but between handling ARCUS II maintenance and assisting the professor with any needed repairs to the soldats I'm not sure how much time I'll have...”

“Instructor Randolph already warned us that we're gonna be really busy with training the entire time.” Freddy appraised the two with a heavy frown. “Damn shame, too. Was hoping to cook some of my favorite dishes for everyone, but it doesn't sound like I'll have time to collect the ingredients.”

For some reason the two Class IX girls looked really happy about that. There was definitely a story there and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

But now all eyes were on her, so she shrugged. “Dunno. Rean hasn't told us what we're doing.” Knowing now that the other classes were told ahead of time actually kinda pissed her off. Once again Class VII were the odd ones out.

The surprised looks on everyone's faces made the feeling stronger. “Really? No idea at all?”

“Hmm...” While Rean hadn't said anything she was no dummy to missions like this. “Class IX is responsible for running the base, right?” Two nods were her reply. “And Class VIII is gonna be training... Special Operations...” The answer came quickly. “Recon, probably. We'll probably be doing a lot of traveling. Maybe even to the nearby towns.”

“Oh!” Sandy perked up. “That's perfect! Instructor Towa said the train would be well stocked, but I'm sure it'll be missing lots of things, especially fresh produce! I'll try and run a quick inventory of stuff during the the trip over. If you do end up heading to Saint-Arkh or Parm do you think you could do a shopping trip for me?”

“Club funds?” A nod was her answer. It wasn't the most glamorous job in the world, but it wasn't out of her way or anything. And she was a part of the club now... “Kay.”

Freddy too looked excited. “Think you can get me a few special ingredients too?”

Both Tita and Sandy paled considerably, which left Fie feeling a little nervous. “Uh, maybe? What are you looking for?”

“Hehehe! I've heard that Sutherland has some of the finest bee larva in Erebonia, so try and find me some. Also the plant monsters in the area are supposed to be especially tasty. I could put them to good use too!”

What. The. Hell. Was he seriously asking for monster parts? Sending a blank look towards the girls she was met by two very horrified looking reactions, confirming that she had indeed heard right. Sure Zephyr had drilled her on the nutritional value of monster bits during some of their survival exercises, but Aidios be praised that she never found herself in such dire straits as to actually partake in those lessons. To think that someone would willingly go out of their way to want to eat them...

For some reason the former jaeger felt kinda intimidated by the hopeful look the guy was sending her. “Uhh... If I have the time, maybe?” Best to just remain as noncommittal as possible, lest he do something drastic.

“Hehe... great! You guys will love it, I'm sure.” The three girls watched in horror as the boy slinked out of the room to places unknown.

“I-It's a good thing I'm gonna be too busy to look for that stuff.” Fie muttered aloud, both to reassure herself and the two girls who were giving her looks of betrayal.

Sandy let out a nervous laugh once Freddy was truly gone, before turning her attention to Tita. “You're cooking dinner tonight, right? Want my help?”

“Sure! I'm planning on making up a big bowl of Caesar salad for everyone. Ag- others seem to think it's pretty good.”

Fie noticed the near slip. So did Sandy. The two girls shared a glance. “Ag...?”

“It's nothing! Forget about it!” Given how red-faced Tita now was there was no way she was gonna forget about it. She made a mental note to keep her ears open for anyone with a name starting with Ag.

“Hehe...” Given the look on Sandy's face it was clear she had the same idea. That was until she turned to look at her. “Did you want to come too, Fie?”

She opened her mouth, already planning her refusal, as she had no reason to help out. This wasn't an official club activity so there was no reason for her to stick around with them. They were nice people so surely they would buy any random excuse she came up with...

But she hesitated. For some reason the former jaeger felt at ease with these cheery girls. And Sandy had called her a friend for what that was worth. So even as her mind was railing at her to refuse the offer... “Sure, why not?”

“Great! I got loads of little tips to show you. And maybe we can figure out who 'Ag' is!”

“Sandy!”

Fie couldn't help but giggle at the conversation. The next couple hours were gonna be a pain, but for some reason she couldn't help but feel she made the right decision. Hopefully the upcoming field exercises would prove to be just as fun...

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It didn't matter if you were a newly founded mercenary unit, Erebonia's 4th Armored Division, or any group in between, the true strength of any armed group was in its logistical capabilities. That was something Fie understood very well from her days with Zephyr, so the news that Friday's classes were shortened so the students could assist in the packing and transportation of goods they would need for the trip wasn't at all a surprise for her. Lugging around heavy boxes of supplies wasn't her idea of a good time, but it was a necessary evil so she carried it out with few complaints.

At least there was some entertainment to be had in watching some of the other students who had never done something like this before struggling with the menial task.

Once everything was delivered to the academy's station they were afforded a short break. Fie almost laughed at the relief the others displayed – didn't they realize they still needed to load all the stuff onto their ride once it arrived? It would be funny once reality arrives in the form of the armored train they were supposedly waiting for.

Still, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy at seeing the students in charge of piloting the soldats arrive. How did they get such a cushy job? Still, just how big of a train were they riding if it could pack a bunch of soldats alongside them?

Not to mention the Divine Knight that Rean soon arrived in. She wasn't sure if it really was as cool as the stories she had been told about them made them out to be, but it didn't take a genius to see just how much better it was compared to the mass produced soldats. It was like a giant human walking among them and not a simple vehicle of war.

The fact they were bringing along a machine that only their instructor could pilot wasn't lost on her. A bit of an odd decision for what they claimed was a simple field exercise.

Jealousy and awe over the metal behemoths were put on hold when the train truly did arrive. The Derfflinger, according to the briefing she had been forced to sit through. One of Erebonia's most modern armored trains, created specifically for their use. And certainly more than big enough for them and all their stuff.

She was no train junkie like that one Class IX guy who was beside himself with excitement, but even she could tell that this was one hell of a train.

When the locomotive opened up a bunch of crew departed, presumably to assist in the final transfer to the Branch Campus, but nobody was looking at them. Instead it seemed like most of the other students were gawking at the hot RMP officer who departed alongside them. There was an opportunity here to avoid manual labor.

Springing into action the petite girl made her way over to where the soldats were. “Need any help?”

Somehow she had found herself in the advantageous position of being in the same club as the girl responsible for most mechanical issues and the student of the only teacher on this side of the room. “Aww. Thanks, Fie. Can you start moving some of the Drakkhen's into the train?” While Tita looked quite grateful for her offer of help Rean merely shook his head with an amused smile on his face. The guy probably understood her true intentions, but as long as he kept his big mouth shut she was willing to ignore him.

With careful precision the girl maneuvered the machine into the designated bay on the train. It wasn't as if she needed to take it that slow, but the longer she took meant the less boxes for her to lug on board after. Work smarter not harder as Xeno always used to say.

The former jaeger didn't immediately exit the machine once finished, instead opting to glance around the cockpit for a moment. She hadn't really noticed it at the time due to the adrenaline of piloting a soldat, but this area wasn't too bad. It was a bit of a tight fit and the chair wasn't the most comfy thing ever, but if she took a nap inside one of these things nobody would ever find her. Sneaking in wouldn't be the hardest thing either as usually only Tita was around...

Something to consider for another day.

Thinking about a nap caused her to yawn, but she quickly freed herself from that train of thought. Falling asleep right now while everyone knew she was there would definitely end poorly for her. Reluctantly she exited the machine, albeit at an exceptionally slow pace.

Rean – who had somehow already gotten his Divine Knight onto the train – was there to greet her upon finishing, and together they waited for Leonora and the tiny Class IX boy to finish with their respective machines. After that came the inevitable ordering of them to assist with the final bits of loading, something which caused her to sigh tiredly, but comply with regardless. As she walked away she noticed the RMP officer approaching her teacher. For a brief second their eyes met and Fie couldn't help but feel as if she was under intense scrutiny from the blue-haired woman. It was an unsettling feeling.

Sharp eyes glanced around the dock before settling upon a somewhat funny but also kinda dangerous sight: Towa carefully balancing two heavy boxes as she slowly approached the lead car. Knowing what she did of the older girl she was probably trying to set a good example for her students by working super hard. Unfortunately she was also way too tiny for such a task and the top box was wobbling dangerously.

With a sigh she lived up to the reputation she earned as Sylphid as she crossed the room and deftly snatched the top crate out of Towa's hand. “Eep! Fie! Don't do that! You startled me!”

She felt no remorse. “Next time don't overburden yourself like that.”

“Ahaha...” Towa colored in embarrassment. It was pretty adorable. “They didn't seem quite so big when I was grabbing them.”

Since Fie had no idea where the box needed to go she contented herself with walking alongside the other girl. “So!” Towa chirped as they approached the train. “We haven't had much chance to speak since the year started. How has your first month been?”

“Fine, I guess.” Was the neutral answer she quickly gave. After speaking she actually took the time to think about the question, but her answer remained the same. These first few weeks weren't anything like she had expected, but neither was it an awful time. It was... fine.

The teacher let out a soft giggle. “I'm glad to hear it. Truth be told I was worried you would have difficulty settling it, but it seems those fears were unfounded.”

“Huh?” Sure things had been fine, but she didn't believe she had been settling in all that well. Especially not to the level needed for an outside to call her out about it.

“Well, both Tita and Sandy have been saying good things about you ever since you joined their club, and Instructor Rean was praising your work ethic during the last faculty meeting. Oh! And Instructor Randolph seems to have high expectations of you too!”

The news that others had been talking about her out of earshot was somewhat unsettling. It was also a little embarrassing. Fie couldn't help but look away from the earnest instructor. “I'm just doing what I was told.” She mumbled out awkwardly.

“Maybe so, but that doesn't change the fact that others have taken note of the good work you've been doing. But I'm sure this can all be overwhelming to you, so if you ever need any help I would be glad to help!”

“...I thought Rean was in charge of that?”

Towa let out a giggle even as she placed the box in its proper position, prompting Fie to do the same. “Maybe so, but I still want to help. Have to admit I'm a little jealous that you've gotten so friendly with the other instructors. Plus, us girls gotta stick together, right?” She finished with a cheeky wink.

Friendly? One was a loose acquaintance at best and the other was a complete busybody who constantly forced himself into her life. “I guess so?” Still, best to just give a standard answer instead of arguing the point, especially as it caused the little teacher to beam happily.

“Great!” A glance around after exiting the train revealed that the last few items were being brought onto the train and that there was no work left. “Principal Le Guin will be holding a final meeting in a few minutes, so make sure you attend that.” With that final declaration the instructor scurried off towards a large group consisting of Juna, Rean, Randy, and that RMP Major. Not a place Fie wanted to be.

As much as Fie wanted to just go inside the train and relax until it was time to go she was not suicidal enough to risk the ire of Aurelia. Instead she did her best to keep out of sight until the meeting time, lest she get dragged into any more tiring conversations.

Eventually the intimidating woman arrived and after a surprisingly short and tame speech the students were ordered on board the train. Most of the others began touring the train, but she had already gotten a good grasp of it thanks to her earlier work. The train had six cars and the final two were reserved for the soldats and other equipment. With the front car being for the engines and command, that just left the middle three to investigate. The second car proved to just be a staff room so she immediately discarded it from her mind, especially when the teachers announced they were holding a staff meeting.

The third and fourth cars were of greater interest, with the latter proving to be filled with rooms for the students. Of course she was once again stuck with Altina and Juna, but this time in a tightly cramped room with bunk beds. Joy. The third car was a lounge with plenty of room for the students to relaxed and an entire kitchen to provide meals.

And of course behind the counter was... “Sandy.”

“Hi, Fie! What do you think?” The cheerful girl gestured to the station around her.

As her eyes roamed over the entirety of the kitchen space, only one word came to mind. “...Tiny.”

“Ahaha... yeah.” Her club mate rubbed the back of her head nervously. “It might not look like much, but it's well organized and stocked, at least?”

That reminded her of their earlier conversation. “You were gonna take inventory of everything back there, right?”

“Yup! I'll try and squeeze it in tonight, but Instructor Towa wants me to focus on serving snacks and drinks to anyone.” Her eyes widened in realization and Fie winced, already knowing what was coming. “Do you think you could give me a hand? It'll surely go a lot quicker with both of us.”

“Kay.” Her answer surprised even herself, but in hindsight it made sense. As much as she would have loved to go to her room and sleep there was too much excitement and noise going on. Something that was destined to grow once the teachers finished their little meeting and began passing along info.

Thus instead of sleep she soon found herself behind the counter trying to parse what was in each and every can tucked away in all the storage places while the other girl multi-tasked by jotting down her findings while manning the counter to serve the other students. Thankfully, as Sandy had said, it was all very well organized and they were able to progress quickly.

While Fie would readily admit she had no real kitchen experience, years spent in Zephyr gave her something of an understanding of how most military units operated their supplies, and this RMP-controlled train was no exception. Lots of cans. Lots of non-perishables. Things that were easy to transport and slow to spoil. She half expected to find a box with nothing but field rations at some point.

All very practical, but not very exciting, especially after the past month spent acquainting herself with normal civilian fare.

“Aww...” Something which the other girl took glumly. “I knew it would be like this, but it's still kinda depressing. Hard to make anything tasty without the right ingredients!” She turned to the former jaeger with a hopeful look. “Has Instructor Rean said what you'll be doing yet?”

“Nope. Kinda annoying.”

“Huh?!” Further conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a loud pink-haired girl. “Fie? What are you doing back there?”

Said girl stared back dryly. “I'm a part of the Cooking club, remember?”

“I know that! It's just... I didn't think you would actually do anything.”

That was definitely an insult, even if Juna simply blurted it out without thinking. Still, Fie couldn't help but find herself silently agreeing with the Crossbellian. It surprised even her that she was getting involved with weird things like this. Thus she merely replied with a disinterested shrug.

“Fie's great!” Sadly for her Sandy was interested in coming to her defense. “She's really helpful and nice!”

Said girl shared a look of bemusement with Juna. Helpful and nice? That definitely wasn't how she would describe herself.

“Of course she is!” Juna agreed with a forced smile, almost certainly saying that simply to avoid conflict. “I just wasn't expecting her to... yeah.” The girl trailed off lamely. “I'm just gonna go sit over there and play some Vantage Masters.”

The girl's retreat was kinda funny. Was she seriously planning on playing the card game by herself? Hilarious if true.

Thoughts about her pink classmate were put on hold when the door to the second car opened and in walked Randy and Rean. While the former simply gave a short wave before departing into the other cars, the latter began to approach the counter. “I see you two are hard at work. Good job. Can I get a juice, please?”

“Of course, instructor!” Sandy began to hum a cheerful little tune as she went to prepare the order, leaving Fie alone with the swordsman, something which she assumed was intentional on his part.

She fixed him with a flat stare. “You know what we're doing yet?”

She realized she was starting to get used to his awkward laugh, but that didn't make her feel any better about what it meant. “We all will soon enough.” He rushed to reassure. “Instructor Michael will brief all of Class VII on our mission first thing in the morning. Make sure you get plenty of rest tonight, although I guess that's not much of an issue for you, is it?”

“Nope.” Sleeping was something she was quite skilled at. Still, having to do it because of an early meeting? And with that pain in the ass RMP officer to boot?

Blech. Not looking forward to that at all.

That was when Sandy returned with his order. The young teacher took his time in savoring the drink, but was thirsty enough that it still didn't last long. “That was great, Sandy!”

“Hehe. Thanks, Instructor Rean! Hopefully I'll be able to get some better ingredient soon so I can treat you to a real Alster specialty next time.”

“Ooh. That sounds good. It's been so long...” He seemed nostalgic. Was there a story there? Maybe she would ask Sandy about it later. The Ashen Chevalier was quick to pull himself from his reverie. “I don't suppose either of you know where Altina and Kurt are?” Two identical shakes of the head greeted him. “Alright. Don't stay up too late.”

It made sense he didn't ask about the fourth member of Class VII considering she was sitting in plain view, and that was where he went next. Out of the corner of her eye Fie observed as he chatted briefly with the girl, presumably telling her the same things. That changed when he sat down opposite her... and pulled out a Vantage Masters deck of his own.

She couldn't help but blink. Seriously? Was everyone playing the stupid game? Maybe she had been hasty when she ignored Juna's earlier offer...

The feeling of eyes gazing upon her drew her attention away from the card game. The owner of said eyes was that blonde guy who swaggered around everywhere. Ash, if she recalled correctly from training.

The wannabe punk was glaring at her from a nearby seat. If he was trying to be intimidating it failed miserably, and Fie made it known by letting out a very loud and obnoxious yawn, causing him to glare ever more intensely.

“U-Um...” Sandy must have noticed the one-way tension in the air. “D-Do you guys know each other?”

Fie shrugged, not wanting to make a scene, especially as her club mate seemed intimidated by the guy for some reason. “Not really. Didn't even know his name until Rean kicked his ass during soldat practice.” ...Not wanting to make a scene did not preclude her from taking that parting shot, of course.

“Still did a lot better than what you did.” The guy growled out. “Was expecting better from someone like you.”

His shot actually hit home, but Fie knew the most important part of battle was to not show weakness. So outside of a minute twitch of the eye her expression remained unchanged. “Maybe. Hard to tell. I don't usually cheat.” She tilted her head thoughtfully before amending her statement. “At least not in training fights.”

“Heh. Maybe we'll have to find out some time.” With that he got up and walked off, but not before giving her a tiny smirk.

That was weird. She had initially dismissed the guy as just another dumb punk, but for some reason that felt wrong to her. He kinda reminded her of a few jaegers she used to know. The kind who hid actual intelligence under a lot of bravado.

The guy was probably still just a dumb bully, but now she wasn't entirely certain of it. Best to be wary of him.

A loud cry of dismay drew all attention in the car and Fie was no exception. The owner of said cry was Juna, who had slumped onto the table lifelessly. Opposite her Rean looked sympathetic as he collected his cards and departed, but as he passed the sharp-eyed jaeger noticed the tiniest of smirks on his face. Didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened.

Feeling a surprising amount of sympathy towards the vanquished, Fie asked Sandy for a fruit juice. The pigtailed girl must have understood her plans as she smiled and quickly complied. Drink in hand the silver-haired girl approached her classmate who was still lying on the table dead to the world.

Juna didn't look up from her depression until Fie plopped the drink right in front of her. “Huh?” With confusion on her face she glanced between the drink and the girl. “F-Fie?”

“You looked like you needed this.” Now that she fully comprehended what she was doing Fie found it hard to look at the other girl. Where had this uncharacteristic act of kindness come from?

“H-Huh?” A wide-eyed Juna only made the awkwardness worse. “T-Thanks...”

Awkwardness aside, watching the pink-haired girl chug down the entire glass without pause was pretty funny. “That bad, huh?”

“It doesn't make any sense!” Juna wailed. “He was using a beginner deck and he still beat me three times in a row! They weren't even close games! My card!”

Personally, Fie found the entire situation to be quite numerous, but something told her that laughing at the dejected girl would end poorly for everyone. Better not completely ruin what little team dynamic currently existed. “It's late. Wanna head to our room?” A wordless nod was her only reply.

After biding farewell to Sandy, Fie and the despondent Juna made the short trek into the next car where there room was. It was empty, but shortly after arrival the door opened once again and a troubled looking Altina entered. Whatever the problem was went unresolved as the girl had no intention of speaking, Fie had no intention of prying, and Juna was too busy yelling incoherently into her pillow.

Instead the three quietly got ready for bed. Bunk beds were a new concept to the former jaeger, but she had slept in trees and other weird places before so this was nothing to her. Instead she simply closed her eyes and allowed the sounds of the train lull her into rest.

A gruff man observed from his position atop a distant cliff as the train passed beneath him. It was certainly one of the faster trains he had witnessed, but neither the speed nor the darkness of night was able to keep his gaze away from the armored locomotive. Beside him two other men did the same.

His eyes were drawn to the windows of each car. Inside he could make out the sleeping forms of the many students and staff. Had he wanted to he could have easily counted them.

It was something any jaeger worth the mira could do, after all.

Sharp eyes honed in on one particular window He couldn't prevent the corners of his lips from curling upwards as he gazed upon one sleeping girl in particular. Despite everything that had happened she looked well, even if he understood that many scars lay deep inside a person.

Beside him one of the men let out a pained sigh. “Sorry, Boss. We really screwed the pooch on that one.”

“We underestimated her pain.” The other agreed with a deep voice.

“No biggy.” He replied with an easy shrug. “We've been in this business long enough to know that some plans are destined to go wrong. It's been far too long since any of us geezers were kids. Couldn't have known she would act like that.”

The man paused to light up a cigar as he watched the armored train pass off out of view. Beside him the taller of his comrades ran a hand through his hair. “You sure this is alright? That Ashen kid is gonna be your enemy in a few months, after all...”

He let out a barking laugh. “You worry too much, Xeno! The Gnome said we have at least half a year for the Rivalries to begin! Until that happens he isn't my enemy. I got no problems with Fie being with her new crew. Beats the hell out of her wandering around on her own. When the time comes I'll give her the choice.”

“...And if she chooses to oppose you?”

He paused to take a long drag from his smoke. “If she does that then I'll respect the hell out of her choice, but we're jaegers. You both know what that means.”

The man couldn't help but glance skyward. “...I would have preferred to stay in Gehenna, but the Goddess has decided to bring me back for a second round. I was promised the brawl to end all brawls at the end of the world and nobody is gonna stop me from getting it. “Not the Snakes. Not the Gnomes. Not the government...”

“...And not Fie either.”

Leonidas let out a hum. “Does the mission remain the same?”

“Yup. Seems like a lot of the players are gathering around these parts. We're gonna be doing a little recon. For now I want you two to keep an eye on Lil' Miss Ogre and her Snake pals as they conduct their little experiments. You're not here to start a fight, but you know how it goes.”

“Notice you didn't include yourself in there, Boss. What's up?”

For a second the man didn't answer, instead appreciating the flavored smoke in his mouth. “I remember when you guys used to follow my orders without question. No respect these days...” His grumbling was playful and all three of them knew it. “Me? I'm gonna be doing a little recon of my own.” He shifted his gaze down the tracks in the direction the train had gone.

“I thought you had no problems with Fie being with a new group?”

“Sure, but I'm still curious about it. All I know about the Chevalier guy is the stuff you and the others have said. Want to see what kind of ship he is running for myself. Make sure the guy is good for her and all.”

Neither jaeger said anything immediately, but he could see the mirth in their eyes plain as day. “And what if you don't like what you see?”

He let out a snort. “Then it's obvious. We change the mission. I know Fie's a big girl and can take care of herself, but if they're tormenting her...”

Rutger Claussell pulled the cigar out of his mouth before stomping on it hard. “...Then our job is to utterly annihilate them. Nobody hurts our little princess and gets away with it.

Fie yawned tiredly as she stepped out into the warm Sutherland morning air. The absolute worst part about this whole trip? Having to be up and ready by the time the train pulled into the camp site. She was still a few hours short on rest and there was a sinking suspicion in her mind that chances for naps would be few and far between these next couple days.

Privately she envied the others. They must have been just as tired as her, but their enthusiasm for this exercise was enough to motivate them awake. Not even the unenviable and quite imminent task of unloading the train and setting up their campsite seemed to deflate them any.

Soon enough the train slowed before coming to a complete halt. She and the other students all departed to discover that they had parked in a little clearing just off one of the region's major highways. Logistically it was a sound location, but it left them kinda open to attacks from the higher elevation around them.

Even though there was less stuff to unload overall the task took a long time because they also had to assemble the camp. She did what needed to be done, but ninety minutes later when everything was finally finished she was fully prepared to sneak back into the train and curl up for a nice relaxing nap-

So when that jerk Rean approached to inform her that it was time for Class VII's mandatory briefing she considered the merits of shooting her teacher in the back.

With great reluctance she accepted her fate as she dragged her feet towards the front car where the meeting was to be held. The seat was uncomfortable and the table hard, but as she was the first one there it was time to take advantage of that. Resting her head on the hard metal she closed her eyes and-

“Claussell!” ...Was rudely interrupted. Glancing up she found herself staring into the irritated eyes of Major Michael. Also present was the other RMP officer – she at least seemed somewhat amused. Her Class was all there too, looking somewhat torn between amusement and sympathy. Except Kurt, of course. The guy refused to look in her direction. Just how much time had passed...?

Two minutes. Dammit.

Since this was not the kind of battle Fie could win she reluctantly sat back up and listened to Michael drone on and on about Class VII's mission. Scout the area. Perform specific tasks for people. Visit the noble in charge of the area. Pretty much all the junk she had already assumed. There really was no need for her to be awake through all this...

The only thing of note happened after they left the train. The other RMP officer – who finally introduced herself to Class VII as Major Claire Rieveldt – would be accompanying them into the city itself. Although Fie had never met the woman before in her life, she had a distinct suspicion that she had heard the name before. That plus her position all but assured that she was a person to be wary of, even if she seemed quite friendly on the surface.

The group of six separated temporarily as they made their final preparations before leaving camp. The news that they had to walk was kinda annoying, even if she was used to it. One would think a school capable of affording a big armored train would be able to get them some actual transportation, but noooo. At least the others looked equally annoyed as they walked off.

Except Altina, but she had a feeling that the smaller girl was going to cheat and ride atop her combat shell for at least part of the trip.

“I heard about what you did.”

“Huh?” She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the approaching figure. It was Rean, of course.

The swordsman smiled down at her. “Freddy told me that you agreed to help him out. He wanted me to pass on that he was looking for... plant bits and bee larva.” His smile flattened upon speaking those final words.

“W-Wait. I-” She hadn't agreed to help at all! Her answer had been noncommittal with the full intent of blowing him off under the pretense of being too busy! But Rean didn't know that and given his bleeding heart nature...

“I'm not sure what we'll find out there, but he told me what you're looking for, so I'll keep my eyes open too. I'm sure between the two of us we will manage to find... that stuff.”

Dammit! The guy looked about as disinterested in the idea as she was, but because he couldn't help but help literally every single person in need he wasn't going to refuse, and now she was roped into his twisted nature!

These special operations missions were already off to a terrible start.

A few minutes later and she found herself waiting at the exit of camp, their designated rally spot. Given that she was used to traveling light she wasn't at all surprised to be the first one there. Sadly she knew that there just wouldn't be enough time for a nap as the others probably weren't far behind.

A few minutes later Altina approached. The two stood there silently until Kurt arrived, followed by Juna, and taking up the rear was Rean and Major Claire as they chatted together about something or other. Rean's warning that the trip would take a couple hours and to keep an eye out for monsters was wholly unnecessary. Fie was pretty certain literally everyone knew all that. Eventually he finished detailing their route and Class VII plus guest made their exit from camp.

Little did she know that these next two days would shatter the safe little world the former jaeger had erected for herself.

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Fie couldn't quite keep the annoyed twitch out of her eye as she and the other students of Class VII gazed upon the paper in Rean's hand. The words written upon the sheet detailed a very long and boring day ahead of them all. And to think their day had started so well, too.

It had surprised her just how liberating the short walk from the camp to Saint-Arkh had been. She was never one to consider herself a fan of traveling around, but after a full month stuck in Leeves the chance to stretch her legs walking down a highway was kinda nice. With Major Claire alongside them the group of six had made short work of the few monsters dumb enough to attack them.

According to Rean their first task upon entering the major city was to report to the marquis. Surprisingly the ranking noble of Sutherland had been a surprisingly chill seeming guy unlike most nobles she had had the misfortune of meeting, which made the encounter a lot more bearable. Rean announced that their exercises had begun, introduced them all to the marquis, and received their missions for the day.

And that led to the current situation. Fie had been a little excited. Surely a bunch of missions from Marquis Hyarms himself had to be important... right?

Collect herbs. Find a kitten. Catch a fish. Get dye materials.

It wasn't as if she wasn't used to doing a bunch of mundane tasks – The work she did after the war ended was a testament to that – but she had hyped herself up for so much more. This just seemed like a lot of traveling and tedious work for little reward.

At least the investigation of mysterious monsters promised to be a little more interesting. There were a few possible explanations in her head as to why the witnesses reported hearing the sounds of metal gears, but most of that was from rumors she had heard during Zephyr. It didn't escape her notice that both Rean and Altina seemed to have some suspicions about the possible cause...

That was when Rean told them it was their choice as to how many of the requests they did. Juna immediately proclaimed they should do them all, while Kurt exercised a little more caution. Altina had no opinion on the matter. And now all eyes were on her.

A part of Fie wanted to just blow off the optional stuff completely, but that lazy attitude warred with her jaeger professionalism of getting the contract done. The internal debate was settled as she glanced at the paper again. Someone was missing their kitten. That bugged her a lot. “These are easy. We can do 'em all.”

Juna looked pleased by her decision while Kurt looked rather surprised. Altina continued to appear stoic and indifferent, something which impressed Fie a little.

“Great!” Rean too tried to appear indifferent too since he had left the decision to them, but he wasn't nearly as good at schooling his emotion as her classmate. “You four are in charge of today. I'm just here as backup.”

Sounded like an excuse to be lazy to her, but she was forced to take him at his word as she knew just how much of a nosy pain he could be when pressed. Seeing how indecisive the others were looking she decided to speak from experience. “Probably best to do the requests in town first and save the monster investigation for later. Can't find herbs or fish without knowing what to look for, obviously.”

“Good idea.” Their teacher nodded in assent. “I'm sure the Archbishop will know where to find the medical herbs. As for the fish...” There was a strange glint of excitement in his eyes.

It was a good thing that Kurt knew the city well enough to give a tour as Fie had never been inside the place before. Although nobles absolutely adored using jaegers and mercenaries to do their dirty work it was usually done out of sight and with intermediaries. As the silver-haired student glanced at the rows of clean looking mansions she couldn't help but wonder what was going on underneath the surface of this place. There were definitely some skeletons in those beautiful houses.

She listened with half an ear as Rean regaled them with the history of this city and how it served as a temporary capital for Erebonia when a disaster occurred in Heimdallr, thus earning the place the nickname of the Old Capital. Not the most interesting story, but probably something worth remembering given how much pride the citizens seemed to have in their city.

Fie scowled as she realized that once again she had listened to a history lesson. What horrid changes were happening to her?

After briefly stopping in on one of the mansions to get more info about the fish request – apparently they needed a Red Perch, whatever that was – the class left the Noble District back the way they originally entered. The Cathedral Square featured its namesake cathedral, a large hotel, the airport and train station, and of greatest interest to her - a bunch of shops. Perhaps she would be able to fulfill Sandy's request after all, although best to wait until after they finished their investigations before going shopping.

The former jaeger was definitely not a follower of the Goddess so the number of times she had set foot inside a church were few. Of those few none of them had been nearly as massive or as gaudy as the cathedral in Saint-Arkh. She couldn't help but marvel at the sheer decadence of the place as Rean guided them to the room of the Archbishop to hear about the herb mission. It seemed they needed something called Erynflower that could only be found inside the Isthmia Great Forest that dominated the region.

Great. Trudging through a monster-filled forest looking for a weird plant. Not exactly her idea of a good time.

But before they had to do that there was a far more important mission waiting for them. With a little extra pep in her step Fie followed the others as they entered the Residential District. Houses, a few minor shops, and a small cafe were about what she expected from a district with that name. It was the last of those that drew their attention, as the cafe was where their most crucial task awaited them.

Sadly, instead of immediately beginning the missing cat request like she wanted, Rean got distracted upon entering the cafe. The reason being another girl with obnoxious pink hair who claimed to be a fellow student of Thors' main campus and graduated alongside him. Before Fie knew what was happening the group had found themselves a large table while her instructor chatted excitedly with his old friend.

Or at least Fie was pretty sure they had just been friends. The girl who introduced herself as Vivi seemed to claim otherwise, but something about her was too suspicious to take seriously. There was an air of chaos around the pinkette that put Fie on guard for reasons she wasn't sure of.

A feeling that only grew in intensity when the strange girl turned and shot her a mischievous wink.

Vivi claimed to be a new reporter for the Imperial Chronicle, but didn't have much info to assist in their investigation. Just a vague rumor about some suspicious characters seen around the same time as the monster sightings occurred. Probably connected, but Fie knew as well as anyone that the world was filled with lots of suspicious characters. That didn't really help narrow it down much.

Finally after what felt like ages they were allowed to go to the second floor of the cafe where the clients were located. These being an old man and his granddaughter. The story they told was a common one: They were travelers who brought their kitten Felix into town, but some dumb drunk knocked over its cage and spooked the little guy.

Fie could only roll her eyes as the others seemed pessimistic at their chances. Did they really know nothing about cats. “Tch. Amateurs.”

She hadn't meant to say that out loud, but with all eyes on her she was forced to elaborate. “Cats are creatures of habit. He probably went somewhere you have already been. Any place that comes to mind?”

It was fortunately pretty easy to ignore the awed looks of her classmates as the little girl lit up with realization. Apparently they had been playing in the plaza in the Noble District. Since they had just passed through there she was pretty certain the kitten wasn't there anymore, but hopefully someone had seen it.

Something which the others must have realized as Juna announced that as their next destination. Having to retrace their steps through the city was a pain, but since it was for a good cause she didn't complain. Instead she kept her eyes focused for any signs of the lost feline, even if she doubted it would amount to anything.

One advantage of having classmates was that the more outgoing members were more than willing to chat up every random passerby looking for clues, something which she had absolutely no intention of doing. It didn't take long for them to strike gold either as some wandering noble claimed to have seen the cat just recently before it departed towards the airport.

Class VII split up as they explored the path near the airport itself – hoping that it hadn't gone into that vast area. The former jaeger was content to look for clues away from everyone else. Sadly she had little luck-

She froze as she felt it. Barely contained bloodlust. A feeling she hadn't experienced since leaving Zephyr. And it was coming from where the others should be!

With hands on her gunblades Fie sprinted back to Class VII. She was expecting to see them locked in a perilous battle, but instead they were just... chatting animatedly to themselves? “Oh, Fie!” Juna called out to her. “A girl spotted Felix headed back towards the Residential District!”

She had so many questions she wanted to ask, but kept her face masked in indifference as a part of her wasn't sure she wanted to know the answers. That this mysterious person had made her move after Fie left the group was worrisome. None of her classmates seemed to notice anything amiss, but Rean's posture was guarded as he looked where the mystery girl had left. That he was keeping silent was enough for her to do the same. Maybe it had just been some skilled traveler passing through?

And maybe it wasn't who she was afraid it might have been.

Best to just focus on the present. And right now that meant finding the cat. As the group of five completed their lap of Saint-Arkh by returning to their starting district she turned towards the others. “It probably fled somewhere quiet. Let's check out any abandoned areas.”

“That was what the other girl said.” Altina seemed amused by that. Fie was not. That the mysterious person knew a lot about cats only aroused her suspicions more.

With Juna and Kurt once again acting as intermediaries with the local populace they were soon in possession of the locations of a few abandoned buildings. The closest of which was an abandoned music company office, so that was their next target.

The gates to the building were barred and the others were ready to move to a different place, but that idea was put on ice when the briefest flash of cream-colored fur moved from behind one of the boxes, something which perfectly matched the kitten's description. A closer look through the bars indeed confirmed that the kitten was there.

The others seemed to buy onto Rean's suggestion that they call the owners and have the girl lure Felix out, but that was risky. There was every chance that the tired and scared feline could make its departure before they arrived. With that in mind the cat-loving former mercenary decided to take matters into her own hands.

“Hup!” Leaping the gate was no issue for her. Making sure the landing was silent enough to not spook the feline was a little more of a challenge, but it was a simple matter for anyone with the moniker of Sylphid.

“Wait. Fie you can't-” Naturally she tuned her classmates and teacher out as she slowly approached the little kitten.

“Here, Felix.” She called out softly to the wary cat, lowering her hand to his level. It was a shame she didn't have any food on hand to coax him out with. “I'm not gonna hurt you. Come here, Felix.”

Slowly but surely her quiet words bore fruit as the kitten took a wary step forward. That was followed by another. And another. Soon enough the little guy was nuzzling against her hand. Happily she scratched behind his ear, earning a contented purr in the process.

“Kinda jealous of you.” She murmured even as she picked up the cat. “Even though you ran away there's a home and people waiting for you to go back. I wish-.”

No. What had happened had happened. Dwelling on it would only hurt her more.

With the target safely in her possession the former jaeger retreated back out of the property. This time she decided to be boring and used the gate to exit seeing as how there was a latch on that side. Juna and Altina were quick to approach and give their own pats to the now happy cat, but Fie made sure to keep him entirely in her hands.

“Good job, Fie, but you really shouldn't have snuck onto private property like that.” She responded to Rean's lecture with a simple shrug, taking delight in his annoyed look. Once he understood that his words were falling on deaf ears the teacher turned to the others. “Right. Let's get him back to his family.”

And that was exactly what they did. It made her a little sad when the kitten leapt out of her arms the second they returned to the owner's room, but she knew Felix belonged with them and not her. There were smiles all around upon seeing their kitten again. It was an odd feeling for the girl who normally only enjoyed the more serious and dangerous missions.

This was... nice.

Fie was so caught up in her thoughts about the just completed mission that she completely ignored the argument between Kurt and Juna about their next destination. Given that they were now taking the west exit out of the city she could only assume that whoever was championing the herb request had been the victor. Although she had never been this way one didn't need to be a local to know that the massive forest they were soon entering was the Isthmia Great Forest.

Everyone knew that forests tended to be dangerous places – few humans patrolled the area leaving monsters free to spread – but even she hadn't been expecting the place to be so deadly. Little light shone through the dense canopies and the place was filled with monsters as far as the eye could see. The ominously large webbing on the trees only served to increase the unease she felt.

Still, she was a former jaeger and all of her classmates were at least acceptably skilled. What monsters they couldn't avoid were dispatched by the group. There was a close call when a moth monster got the jump on them and made it impossible to see thanks to all the dust it let into the air, but they were spared the agony of fighting impaired thanks to Sammy not needing eyes to clobber the monster.

Altina didn't seem all that impressed when Fie used the name Millium provided to praise the combat shell, but that was her problem. It was far easier to say than Claiomh Solais.

“Grr. How come these stupid herbs are so far in!?” Juna complained as their trip into the forest neared the hour mark.

“Well, it would stand to reason that any herbs closer to Saint-Arkh would have been harvested already. Normal civilians wouldn't want to go this deep into the forest, after all.”

“I know that!” The girl was quick to counter Kurt, even if she looked away with an embarrassed blush. “Still annoying, that's all.”

On one hand Fie agreed with Kurt. His reasoning made perfect sense. But since the guy refused to talk to her she was more than willing to ignore his point. Plus, Juna was right. This was getting annoying.

“That's enough, you two.” Rean put a halt to their argument. “And besides, I think we're getting close.”

“Is this something you can sense?” A curious Altina asked.

“Haha. No. It's just that I think those flowers ahead of us match the description the Archbishop gave.”

A glance ahead confirmed that the little clearing they found themselves approaching did indeed contain the herbs needed. The others started forward in excitement, with even Rean seemingly letting his guard down as he approached the flowers. But something about the situation sat wrong with Fie.

She wasn't a jaeger anymore and they certainly weren't facing jaegers right now, but a situation like this just reeked of an ambush. Perhaps it was simple paranoia, but she was unwilling to let go of those instincts that had served her so well-

A slight rustle to the side. “Everyone, get back!”

All of them – including Kurt – showed their worth by immediately heeding her words, even if the students were confused by the order. That confusion lasted until a trio of massive spiders emerged from the trees. Fie wasn't sure if the monsters had enough intelligence to coordinate an ambush or if it was simply bad luck, but had she not spotted them in time they would have been surrounded.

“Weapons at the ready!” Rean's command snapped them out of the stupor and Class VII prepared for battle. While you couldn't become a jaeger if you were squeamish, Fie couldn't deny how unsettling the giant spiders were. Still, the best way to get rid of something creepy was to make it dead and so she turned her gunblades upon the lead spider and opened fire, annoying the monster with her bullets.

The fight was five verse three, which immediately became four vs two when Rean drew the attention of the biggest looking arachnid, leading it away from the others. A quick link with Altina ensured that she would be working with the classmate she felt most comfortable with while Kurt and Juna were left with the third spider.

“Claiomh Solais!” Fie was just barely starting to get used to the combat shell appearing out of thin air so needless to say the spider was caught completely unawares. Instead of firing off its powerful laser Altina opted to order her machine to punch the flat-footed creature. Fie could respect that.

The spider screeched as it stumbled back in pain, presenting an opportunity that the former jaeger couldn't pass up. Approaching from the side she brought her blades to bear, slicing through one of the front legs with contemptuous ease. A shame it still had seven more.

Eight eyes trained themselves on her and Fie prepared herself to dodge. She expected it to lunge at her with those deadly fangs, but instead it began to spit out webbing towards her. Although she managed to get out of the way before getting stuck she couldn't help but grimace. Some of the webbing had gotten onto her clothes and in her hair.

Now she was angry.

Foolishly it decided to ignore her for the moment, instead turning its attention towards Altina. Seeing the giant spider bearing down on the tiny girl would have been concerning, but Fie could only feel calm radiating through the ARCUS link. She would simply place her faith in her teammate and use its blind spot to approach sneakily.

“Ebon Shade.” The barrier the girl erected in front of her was enough to stop the arachnid completely, even if the spider hadn't been fooled by the stealth functionality. Angrily it tried to get at her with its remaining front leg, but the shield held up, leaving it open for Sammy to blast it with a brionac.

Screeching angrily as it took the attack head on the spider redoubled its efforts to get at the girl. Fie knew the barrier wouldn't last forever, but with the enemy in such a mindless rage it didn't need to. There were so many openings for her and it was simply a matter of picking which one to exploit.

Instincts told her that the best solution was the fastest, and that meant using her Scud Wing. Dashing forward at lightning speeds Sylphid leapt onto the back of the unawares arachnid. Doing her best to brush off the uncomfortable sensation of spider hair she sought out the most vulnerable looking location: The spider's neck.

One thrust and it was over. Instant death. Hurray.

While the immediate threat was dealt with she wasn't ready to rest on her laurels just yet. That wasn't the only spider, after all. She was prepared to go help Juna and Kurt against their own foe when she witnessed something that gave her pause.

Rean was silently watching the battle.

That he had crushed his own spider was no surprise to the former jaeger - He wouldn't be much of a hero if he couldn't do that much. What did surprise Fie however was the fact that he wasn't rushing to help. Given his annoyingly earnest nature she would have figured he would be the first to reenter the fray instead of letting them fight on their own.

Well, that was fine. If he wasn't gonna intervene she wouldn't either. With a yawn she sheathed her gunblades even as she continued to watch the two students do battle.

“Huh...”

“What is it?” A curious Altina asked from her position beside her.

“They're doing better than I thought.” She admitted as she watched Kurt dance through the sea of legs with ease, a move that allowed Juna to charge in and bash the spider's head with her gunbreakers. The loud crack as weapon met skull made Fie rethink her opinion of the surprisingly powerful weapon. “They'll probably kill it soon enough. We still won though.”

Her fellow silver-hair looked at her in confusion. “I was unaware that this was a race.”

Fie shrugged easily. “It's not, but a little friendly competition never hurt anyone. Gotta have pride in your skills and all that.” Altina was still staring at her in confusion, causing Fie to take a different approach. “Imagine if it was Millium instead of them. Wouldn't it feel good beating her?”

“...I see your point.” The tiny smile on Altina's face made it clear that her words had gotten through. Maybe she should teach her how to trash talk in the future? “Oh. It appears they have finished.”

Refocusing her attention confirmed the observation was right. One of Kurt's swords was lodged into one of the spider's eyes, all the way to the hilt. A messy but very effective way of putting down the monster.

“All right.” Rean clapped, drawing all eyes to himself. “Good job, everyone.”

A panting Juna merely glared hotly at him before shifting her eyes towards Fie and her partner. “You guys could have helped you know!”

“Haha...” The teacher sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “We could have, but I had faith that the two of you were more than capable of winning.”

“Grr...” While Kurt nodded in easy acceptance of that answer Juna still fumed. That lasted only as long as it took for the girl to slap her cheeks. “Fine! Whatever! Let's just collect the Erynflowers and get out of here! This place gives me the creeps.”

“Understood.” Altina must have already planned ahead as she immediately walked towards a group of said flowers. Fie and the others split up as they worked to complete the request and within ten minutes they had amassed a large supply of the herbs. More than enough for the Archbishop's needs.

“Great. Let's make our way back, but don't exit the forest just yet. There's something I want to check out before we-”

Their teacher's words were interrupted by him falling to one knee grimacing in pain. Altina was quick to his side with uncharacteristic worry marring her features. “Instructor! Are you alright?!”

Fie wasn't sure what to think. Her initial thoughts were that maybe the spider had gotten a hit on him. Venom, maybe? But no, that would make little sense as a couple seconds later the swordsman seemed to recover and was back on his feet like nothing had happened. “I'm fine. Did any of you notice someone in this clearing with us?”

His question had been directed at all of them, but his eyes were focused on her, placing his trust on her senses. Still... “Nope. Just the five of us.” She wouldn't say it was impossible that someone could sneak up on her, especially during the heat of battle, but she found it highly unlikely.

“Hmm... Alright. As I was saying, I think it best if we stopped just before exiting the forest. There's something I want to check out.”

That was an odd request. A glance around showed the others were just as confused, both by his words and his previous action. Still, he was technically their commanding officer so she accepted the delay simply enough. With a worried Altina at his side the five of them made the return trek. Thankfully it seemed the monsters were more inclined to give them a wide berth as they exited, perhaps understanding at a subconscious level that they had just vanquished some of the forest's apex predators and were not to be messed with.

Upon reaching the forest's edge Rean detoured them to a side path towards a small pond of water. Fie shared a confused look with Juna when the older man seemed to stare at the water with an uncharacteristic intensity on his face. After a few seconds he perked up. “Perfect!”

“Um... Instructor?” Kurt called out. “Is there a purpose to this?”

“Indeed there is, Kurt!” Alright, now he was just being weird with a big dumb grin on his face. “I'm positive that this pond has Red Perch in it, so....” In an instant he pulled a long object out from his jacket. “Do any of you want to learn how to fish?!”

She glanced at Altina, Juna, and even Kurt. All of them were as befuddled as she was. “Uh... What are you talking about, Instructor?” It was Juna who elected to speak for all of them.

“Fishing. One of my favorite hobbies. And something I want to teach to you four.”

“This is a forest infested with monsters. Isn't this a dumb idea?”

“Nah.” He was quick to wave off her concern. “Monsters don't usually attack fisherman. I think they respect the Angler's spirit too much.”

“Uhh....” Someone was verbalizing their confusion aloud. It might even have been her. The dumb smile never left their teacher's face.

Eventually the bravest of them stepped forward. “I accept. Please teach me how to catch fish.”

“Hehe. Attagirl Altina.”

“I guess I'm kinda curious...”

“It is one of our requests...”

Fie didn't say anything, but she too was a little interested and so followed her classmates into the insanity of an impromptu fishing lesson in the middle of the dangerous forest. For his part Rean proved himself capable of teaching stuff outside the classroom and had plenty of bait to spare, so before long the four of them found themselves taking turns casting the line into the water, starting with Altina.

The former jaeger's first attempt... ended poorly. She had been so impatiently waiting for something to happen that the instant she felt the tiniest of movement she reeled it in, revealing absolutely nothing. Rean's advice to relax and enjoy the moment rang in her head as she stewed over her failure while the others took their turn.

The second attempt went a lot better as she took her time. In all honesty the activity was kinda relaxing. It was like taking a nap while staying awake. Just her, the rod, and the water. She was so relaxed in fact that she nearly lost the rod when something finally bit. Willing away the shamed flush she recovered quickly and began the battle of battles against the enemy fish.

The end result was a victory, but it wasn't the one she was looking for. The fish in her hands was kinda big and she felt proud of her accomplishment, but it wasn't a red fish. Since their target was a red perch...

The others were having similar results and even her third attempt ended the same way. She was just starting to believe that Rean had no idea what he was talking about when Altina proved them wrong by reeling in the fish they were looking for on her fourth attempt. The youngest member of the class stood there with a proud look on her face as the instructor began patting her head. “Good job, Altina!”

A young Fie panted with exhaustion as she tried to recover from the ordeal. The training course she had run was the most basic one Zephyr used and she hadn't hit all the targets squarely, but considering her age and inexperience she couldn't help but feel excited at her success. Most of the adult recruits struggled on this one their first time!

She was so engrossed in her success that she didn't notice the approaching figure from behind until his shadow blocked out the sun. She was about to turn when a large hand placed itself on her head. “Nice work, kiddo.” Pat. Pat. Pat.

The silver-haired girl forced herself to look away from the scene lest it cause her heart any further pain. Were the memories of those halcyon days gonna haunt her for the rest of her life? Dammit all.

A quick glance back at least let her know that nobody had seemed to notice her moment of weakness.

“I'm proud of you guys.” Their teacher proclaimed as he put away his fishing supplies. “I gave you the option to choose which missions to handle and you went above and beyond to take care of all of them in the area. Good job.” Despite herself she couldn't help but accept the praise with the tiniest of smiles. “Now let's turn in these requests and get started on the monster investigation!”

The positive atmosphere lingered around them well after they left the forest. Sure these missions weren't the most important ones ever, but success always felt good, especially since they had to work hard for it. Not even the few monsters bold enough to attack the class on the way back were enough to dampen their spirits any.

“Ah. Fie?” Her attention was drawn to the oldest member of their group. Rean had a crooked grin on his face. He didn't say anything further, but he did nod his head towards the still cooling corpses of the most recent monsters they had just slain.

Monsters that were almost entirely plant-based.

Her good mood died as she shot him the fiercest glare imaginable. Didn't he say he was gonna help her out?! “Let's keep moving, class. Fie has something to take care of so she'll be catching up with us in a minute.”

She did her best to school her expression in front of her three curious classmates lest she give her anger and annoyance away. She probably failed miserably. Instead she could only watch on in detached horror as the others eventually heeded his words and left her vision.

With a sigh she turned to the grisly work ahead... Was he gonna do the same thing when they found some bee larva?

Chapter Text

After spending the last few hours walking and fighting Fie could tell that the other students were starting to tire a bit. Even if she wasn't quite there herself the idea of a nice long break sounded pretty good. Or at least a brief cat nap somewhere with some nice shade.

Rean was unwilling to offer that much, but he did at least promise a quick lunch break once they delivered the fish and herbs, something which seemingly mollified Juna and Altina.

Completing the fish delivery was a simple affair, and while the maid responsible for the meal seemed far too flaky to cook an actual good dish out of it, it had stopped being their concern, so whatever. With that finished they cut across to the Cathedral District. Fie had hoped the herb delivery would be just as simple, but the sound of music from their destination made her suspect it would be anything but.

Entering the cathedral they discovered the place was packed. Nearly every pew was filled as a large crowd was watching a young musician playing up front. Even Fie – who had admittedly very little knowledge of music – could appreciate the violin sounds coming from the orange-haired musician.

According to Kurt he was a rising star from Heimdallr. The real surprise came when Rean introduced him as Elliot Craig, a member of the original Class VII, just like Millium had been. Giving the boy a second glance she could confirm that while he didn't look the part of a warrior, his movements – even when doing something as mundane as playing a violin – had the same confident flow of a veteran fighter. Given that Class VII has by all accounts played a pivotal role during the civil war she could only assume he had seen his fair share of combat in the past.

Of course this news meant that they were forced to stand and wait out the concert. While Fie would much rather have been somewhere secluded and peaceful she couldn't deny how melodic the music was. If nothing else the guy lived up to his reputation as an awesome musician and the wait wasn't bad.

Eventually the concert finished and the crowd dispersed, allowing Rean to usher them forward. Elliot seemed nice enough, she supposed. Definitely nothing like her teacher or Millium. Still, anyone who survived a year with Sara as their teacher was deserving of her respect.

The reunion was cut short as the musician was scheduled to teach music to a bunch of kids. He bid them farewell, but Fie had a suspicion they would be meeting again before the end of these exercises. With him out of the way they were free to deliver the herbs and complete the request.

After a quick lunch the group of five were back in business. According to the reports the nearest confirmed location of the strange monsters was a little distance north of the city, so that was the direction they headed. Juna's complaints about more walking were more funny than annoying, thankfully. She was also thankful that their destination wasn't actually all that far from the city.

In fact just a few minutes after leaving the city they found the clearing that was their destination. She kept her gunblades ready. While she had never fought an archaism before, from all accounts they were pretty dangerous and some of them even possessed stealth capabilities. Rean and Altina seemed just as wary as she was, which made sense given their pasts.

Sharp ears were the first to pick up on the sound of approaching metal joints, but before she could call out a warning she froze. For the briefest of moments her instincts were screaming at her that someone was watching them. Glancing around revealed nothing, but for some reason she was struck by a melancholic feeling. So much so in fact that she barely heard Rean warning about what she had initially planned to.

Despite whatever it was she was feeling, at the end of the day she was a veteran first and foremost so it was easy for her to focus solely on the enemies now in front of her. These archaisms were odd to say the least. The way the large machines waddled up to them would have been comical were it not for the machine gun pods on each side of it. Belatedly she heard Altina refer to the enemy model as a Phalanx.

As the three enemy machines approached, Fie was quick to accept a combat link from her fellow quiet girl before darting towards the nearest machine. Maybe holding back to assess these unusual enemies would be the smarter move, but she was a firm believer in being active instead of reactive, using her speed to force opponents into mistakes that can be easily capitalized on.

“Fie!” Altina's warning – both verbally and through their shared link – warned her of an incoming threat and she was quick to abort her assault. She could only watch with a nervous smile as explosions rocked the area she had been heading. Apparently these Phalanx archaisms had missile launchers too!

That each of these little machines had the same firepower as an armored car was a little disconcerting, but at the very least they seemed to lack the coordination and spacial awareness to fully utilize their strengths. Already the machine that had taken the cheap shot at her was struggling as her distraction had allowed Kurt to close in, while the third was folding like a blanket under a combined offensive from Rean and Juna. All that was left was her original target...

“Brionac!” The laser beam struck it square in what counted as its face, rocking it backwards but failing to disable it. That was perfectly fine for Fie, who took advantage of the opening to rush in close. Realizing the peril it was in the Phalanx tried to hit her by sweeping around and clubbing her with its guns, but it was a feeble effort compared to what it could do at range. With practiced eased she leapt away from the attack before finishing it with a single thrust of her gunblades.

This time she grimaced upon realizing she was the last to finish, but Altina had been right. This wasn't a contest. Plus, the others cheated by taking that cheap shot at her, so it didn't count anyway.

She totally wasn't changing the rules to suit her own purposes or anything.

With the threats eliminated Fie once again scanned the surroundings. She was almost certain that someone had been watching them, but no matter where she looked she couldn't see any sign of anything out of the ordinary. Either they were too skilled – which meant a lot considering Rean seemed to have some good senses too – or she had simply been mistaken. But that wouldn't explain that weird feeling...

“What are archaisms doing out here anyways!?”

Surprisingly Fie had an answer to Juna's question, “I've heard that some have ended up in the black market and with jaegers...”

“Yeah. It's also possible that these are remnants from the civil war.” Rean hummed thoughtfully before shaking his head, “Regardless, you all did quite well in handling them. Let's search the area just in case there are more.”

The swordsman seemed concerned about something. Maybe he had felt whatever it was she had too? Either way his advice was good and the group walked around the clearing as one looking for anything out of the ordinary.

The area was small, but Fie noticed plenty of fresh tracks. The majority were obviously from the machines they had just fought, but there were a few that looked very human. Clearly someone had been here, and recently. Were they the ones responsible for the machines, or-

“What!?”

“Juna?” Her cry drew all attention. The pinkette was standing at the edge of the clearing looking down at something she couldn't see. Curiosity compelled her and the others to follow her lead.

What they discovered was a bunch of ruined archaisms, freshly destroyed and still sparking. Someone had definitely been here recently, and whoever they were had to have been quite powerful to handle this many machines. Not to mention escaping from their detection.

It was a pretty steep drop, made all the more treacherous by the broken machine parts scattered about, but Fie was a veteran leaper. With a single hop she descended down to the ruined archaisms, ignoring Rean's protest in the process. This allowed her to take a closer look at the destruction.

Most of the Phalanx's had been cleaved in twain by a blade, but anyone capable of doing that would require both a massively large blade and the strength to use it effectively. The few that had not been cut to pieces had been taken out by gunfire, and not the standard issue orbal rounds one would expect from a normal military, either.

“Fie?” Rean's voice sounded from above, “Did you find anything?”

Still, as surprising as the damage was, there was one group Fie knew of that used weapons like that. Maybe that had changed, but her gut was telling her that she was right, “Yeah. Whoever did this was using an illegal weapon. I think it was an elite jaeger.”

“How would you know something like that?” Crap. She had said too much and now Kurt was giving her a very suspicious look from his perch.

“Don't worry about it.” Luckily Rean was quick to deflect the other swordsman's attention, “This is good information to have.”

She wanted to comment further, but a thought struck her like a lightning bolt. The presence of elite jaeger combined with her earlier feeling... Could it have been someone from Zephyr? Xeno and Leo certainly fit the description of a heavy blade and powerful rifle and they were skilled enough to evade her detection. There were also a few other possible candidates, including-

No. He was dead.

Tearing her gaze away from the destruction was enough to refocus her thoughts. While she was confident it was a jaeger, there were plenty of candidates that didn't involve Zephyr. The Red Constellation was a big fan of wanton destruction, obviously. What remained of the Northern Jaegers after the annexation had to have been pretty skilled too to evade capture. There were at least a dozen other jaeger corps that she knew operated in Erebonia.

So why were her hands shaking?

Fie steadfastly refused to look at Rean or the others as she ascended the hill knowing that she wasn't in the right state of mind at the moment. She thought she had done a good job of it as none of the other students had any further questions as the group returned to Saint-Arkh. And yet even as the rest of Class VII chatted quietly to themselves she couldn't help but feel the concerned gaze of a certain instructor who was taking up the trail position. Something which she did her best to ignore.

As they approached the ancient city Rean announced their next destination. With everything finished in Saint-Arkh they would be taking the train south to Parm for the second half of their missions. That seemed simple enough considering they only had one optional request, but two of the archaism sightings were in that area and if they were anything like the first...

Upon entering the city those priorities changed as they bore witness to a bunch of people crowding around the train station. One of them she recognized as Rean's old schoolmate, Vivi, and that was the one the teacher approached for information. According to the older pink girl there had been a derailing accident on the line towards Parm and until that was fixed the railroad would be down.

Fie wasn't sure if the accident was in any way related towards their mission or if it had even been a deliberate attack at all. There was one thing she grumpily understood, however: With the trains down that meant their trip to Parm was about to get a lot more messy.

...Or at least that was what she thought until one of the Marquis' butlers approached and offered them an alternative means of transportation. The servant was vague, but given how few cars were in the town there was only one possible answer what it could be. A horse.

She still would have preferred the train, but the horse offered one blatantly obvious advantage – Since they would be passing by the camp Rean decided they would stop in and make a report first before heading to Parm. Thus when the teacher asked if anyone needed to do anything before making their departure she decided that now would be the perfect time to fulfill Sandy's request and find some food.

Albion Garden was unlike any place Fie had gone to before. The indoor market was clearly designed to cater to affluent nobles and not former jaegers, but it was the best place to find everything Sandy had asked her for. And given the amount of mira they had available for club funds – straight out of the principal's pockets supposedly – there was little need for her to shop at a more thrifty location.

She had assumed the others would simply walk around and browse the other shops check out the displays while she went down through Sandy's shopping list, and for the most part she was right. There was one notable exception to that... “What are you doing?”

The teacher looked up from the acerbic tomato he was inspecting, “It's been a while since I've last cooked anything exciting.” He admitted with a small frown, “Since the Civil War, in fact. Since we're here I thought now would be a good time to get back into it. Thinking about making a honey soda for you and the other students. Do you think the Cooking club will mind if I pitch in a bit at some point?”

While she didn't know the others well she had a sinking suspicion that both Sandy and Tita would be delighted to have him in the kitchen with them. She herself wasn't all that keen on the idea, but not even she could bring herself to speak against that hopeful look he was sporting. And she couldn't deny that honey soda sounded like something she might like. “Fine, whatever.”

She did her damnedest to ignore the teacher who was happily humming along to some tune as he shopped next to her, but it wasn't easy, especially as she could hear the others around them. The silver-haired girl wasn't sure if the other shoppers recognized the guy as the Ashen Chevalier, but a lot of eyes were on the two of them. And from what she could make out of the muted whispers they didn't see the two of them as teacher and student, but something else entirely...

How utterly humiliating.

Still, as agonizing as the entire experience was she wasn't the kind of person to abort the mission she had accepted. Thus, after several minutes of pure torture she paid for her supplies before beating a hasty retreat away from the grocery store. Her annoyance at the entire situation only grew further as the others seemed to take their sweet time in finishing their shopping despite having less to do than she had, but eventually they did all arrive and together they departed the store.

With that painful detour now out of the way there was no reason to remain in Saint-Arkh. Taking the south exit out of the city they were soon reunited with the butler Celestin... and yup. Those sure were some horses alright. Three of them.

Rean glanced between her and Juna, “Do either of you know how to ride a horse?”

Both she and the Crossbellian shook their heads in the negative. Riding a horse was an admittedly useful skill to quietly and swiftly get around the battlefield, especially when carrying a lot of weight. Boss could do it, but that was one skill he hadn't had time to pass onto her before...

“No need to worry, Lord Hyarms instructed me to offer my assistance should you need it.”

The butler's offer was nice, but the swordsman shook his head anyways, “We appreciate the offer, but I'm sure you are needed elsewhere. Hmm... Ah, I know!” He turned his gaze to the youngest of the group, “Altina, do you think...?”

It wasn't hard to figure out what he wanted, but the silent girl only stared back at him in return. This battle of wills lasted for many seconds until she relented. “...Claiomh Solais.” She muttered sullenly as her combat shell appeared.

With Altina's ride secure that left two horses for the four of them. Both Rean and Kurt climbed onto their respective mounts. The black-haired teacher annoyed the hell out of her at the best of times, but at the end of the day riding with him was far more preferable than riding with the surly Vander. Decision made she hopped onto her mount of choice, leaving Juna to stare at her blankly for a second before seemingly deciding she would rather be with Kurt anyways.

Once all five of them were situated on their rides Rean gave the order to depart. Fie couldn't help but appreciate the feel of riding a horse. Sure at her fastest she was able to outpace the mount, but that entailed a lot of exertion on her part. Here she could simply hold on and enjoy the breeze as they sped down the road.

“Faster, Kurt! Faster! Yahooooo!” ...Juna too seemed to be rather enjoying herself.

Her good mood died in her throat as she felt a deadly gaze upon her. A worried glance showed the owner of said gaze to be Altina, who was flying alongside them on her combat shell. To an outside observer the rabbit's gaze might have looked little different from usually, but Fie could easily tell that the girl was glaring daggers her way. “...Yahoo.”

O...kay. Altina was clearly unhappy with her. Did she want to ride a horse that badly? But why wasn't she glaring at Juna too? Maybe she just really wanted to ride with Rean? That would make sense given how close they were.

Either way, despite being a veteran of many battlefields the unflinching stare from the tiny girl was kinda unsettling. Personally Fie would much rather have been flying around on the combat shell, but she doubted that telling Altina that would do her any favors. Maybe she should get Tita and Sandy to teach her how to make pancakes? She seemed to like those and food always seemed to be the best way to get back on someone's good side.

Luckily for her being on a horse was a lot faster than walking on foot, so after a very brief but awkward horse ride she and the rest of Class VII were back at the camp. The others seemed to be hard at work with their own exercises so Rean ushered them straight towards the train.

But before that could happen she was forced to sit through a dull debriefing as Rean told Randy and Towa about the archaisms they had encountered. Both were understandably concerned and Fie had a suspicion that camp security was about to be raised accordingly. Good thing she and the others weren't gonna be sticking around long enough to get stuck on that boring duty.

Of slightly greater interest to the girl was when Kurt piped up, complaining that the work they had been doing was akin to Bracer Guild activities. Unlike Juna who seemed to hold the supporting gauntlet in high regards the student swordsman seemed very disgruntled by the revelation. Privately Fie agreed – Bracer work always seemed pointless to her, but she also realized that a lot of her opinion was clouded based on her jaeger history.

And while she couldn't say she had been a huge fan of the work they had done, finding the missing kitten for those tourists had felt pretty good...

Still, the former Zephyr member kept her mouth shut. Her opinion didn't really matter – This was her job now and so she would do it. Simple as that. That the blue-haired noble had a different opinion on the matter was interesting. Although her opinion of him was pretty low she didn't think he was the kind of person to see the work as beneath him, so why was he acting like that?

Could his attitude be a symptom of a greater problem with him? If so that might explain his hostile reactions towards her. Rean had hinted along those lines during their conversation a few days prior...

Bah. She was no expert on people. Whatever Kurt's problems were had nothing to do with her. Best to just leave that to the overbearing one.

Before they left, however, Fie had one detour to make. Sandy wasn't in the kitchen, but that didn't stop the former jaeger from putting her groceries away so they wouldn't spoil. After that she found the Alster native outside, unsurprisingly hard at work over a cook pot. After informing her about the successful delivery Sandy offered her and the rest of Class VII a quick bite before they left again. Even though they had had a light lunch back in the city all the riding and walking was taking its toll upon them, so they readily agreed.

“So those were archaisms...” Juna muttered between bites of her stew. It was a simple dish, not unlike that which would be served in a Zephyr field camp, but unlike the spartan mercenary meals Sandy had gone through a lot of effort to spruce it up with herbs and spices. A change Fie much preferred, “I've heard of them, of course, but this was my first time seeing them in person. I remember hearing that terrorists used them in Crossbell two years ago...”

“Ah, you mean the Imperial Liberation Front, yes? My brother mentioned how those terrorists used a lot of archaisms to make up for a lack of numbers.””

Their teacher nodded his head, “Yeah. Fighting against the ILF was my first real experience with them. The Noble Alliance made great use of them during the war, too.”

“I commanded a great many of them.” Altina's bland declaration caused some humorous reactions. Juna's eyes bugged out, Kurt looked at her as if she had grown a second head, and Rean merely slapped his head tiredly.

The scene was enough to cause Fie to laugh, drawing attention to herself. Both of her fellow students seemed annoyed, but the black-haired swordsman grinned tiredly as he must have seen the humor for himself. “S-Sorry.” She replied without feeling anything of the sort, “So tell me, oh great commander of archaisms...” Altina merely nodded her head at the title, “...should we expect more of the same near Parm, or...?”

Her fellow silver-haired comrade tilted her head in thought, “It's possible. The Phalanx is the most mass produced combat model, used both by the Noble Alliance and the society. That said, there are many different combat models in circulation.”

“That's an understatement.” Their teacher muttered, “I've battled so many weird types that I can't even remember them all. There was even one robot we faced that was designed to mimic the Divine Blade of Wind.”

“Nuh-uh! There's no way a dumb robot can match Arios MacLaine!”

“Definitely.” Rean nodded in agreement with Juna, “It was a disappointing mockery of swordsmanship.”

Kurt hummed thoughtfully, “No machine can understand the soul of swordsmanship. Still, even if they can't rival the deal deal it sounds like we could encounter anything out there. Best to make sure we are ready to face anything.”

Eventually their finished with their simple - but filling – meals and were ready to resume their journey. Given that the highway to Parm lay parallel to the train tracks Rean suggested they detour briefly to check out the accident. Given that Major Michael was already on scene he seemed confident the detour wouldn't take long.

This time as Fie mounted up she steadfastly refused to look to her side where the combat shell was hovering. Whether Altina was still miffed at her or not was irrelevant – so long as she didn't look at her classmate she could continue living in blissful ignorance.

After a short ride the group came across the accident. As she had been raised as a jaeger and not a train engineer she couldn't be certain, but from her point of view the damage didn't seem all that bad. The front of the train looked pretty dinged up and was partly off the track, but overall it still seemed pretty travel worthy. The medium sized rock sitting peacefully in the path was the most likely suspect in everything that had happened.

She couldn't help but feel a slight surge of satisfaction when they found Major Michael and he confirmed each and every thing she had thought. Already repairs were underway and he didn't think it would be much longer before it would be able to depart on its own power. The officer already knew about the presence of archaisms, but didn't think they were responsible for anything.

After a brief call from Major Claire where they repeated the same info only for her fellow officer to wave off her support, Class VII got back on their horses and returned to the highway. According to Kurt, Parm wasn't all that far away. Given that it was only a little after noon Fie was hopeful they could wrap everything by a fairly early hour.

The armored woman let out a laugh as she watched the two horses and one combat shell advance down the highway, oblivious to her presence, “It's been a year and a half... Black Rabbit's changed a bit, but he looks completely different.”

“So that's the Ashen Chevalier, huh?” The knight rolled her eyes as her 'partner' approached. Just great. “I wonder who's stronger... him or Dolphy? And even Sylphid's here too.” She let out a dark laugh, “This might actually be fun.”

That caused her to tilt her head in interest, “You know one of the fledglings?”

“Uh huh. Former jaeger like myself. We were actually hanging out together when Uncle Baldur and her old man offed each other. Heard she ran away like a scared kitten after that. Wasn't expecting to see her here. Wouldn't mind getting a little taste of her now...”

Great. The psycho was getting worked up, “Need I remind you that we're here on a mission?”

“Don't worry 'bout me. I know how to get the job done.” The red-haired woman let out a deranged chuckle, “But there's nothing saying we can't have a little fun while we work, is there?”

The knight rolled her eyes, but as much as she wanted to disagree she couldn't. Her encounters with Class VII during the war had been galling in their outcome and her lost honor demanded retribution. If that meant letting Shirley have her fun...

So be it.

Riding on a horse was very preferable to walking. Still, as the group of five finally entered Parm Fie was pretty much done with riding mounts for a good long while. Everything felt stiff and it was difficult to dismount properly. Neither of the males seemed all that affected, but she was glad to at least see Juna at least doing some light stretches after getting off her own horse.

Parm sure was a town in her estimation. Others had mentioned how it was known as the Spinning Town due to its textile productions and given the number of brightly colored fabrics on display she had nor reason to doubt that. Outside of that however the place seemed completely unremarkable.

Still, quiet and unremarkable wasn't a bad thing. It was rather peaceful. Fie earned herself a few dirty looks when she yawned loudly, but she couldn't help herself. This was a prime nap town.

As this was Kurt's childhood home he was pressed into leading them around town while they investigated for rumors about any possible archaism sightings. Thankfully, unlike in Saint-Arkh, there wasn't much ground to cover so the task went fairly quickly. A few shops, a handful of residential buildings, and a supposedly abandoned Vander training hall which was quite busy based on the yelling and sounds of combat going on inside.

The last one was enough to draw her classmate's interest and with their teacher's permission the group of five entered the training hall. Fie wasn't at all interested in Kurt's reunion with his old training buddies, but she was at least a little curious about the teachings of one of Erebonia's most famed fighting styles. She could admit it was pretty impressive watching the students swinging around those giant swords like they weighed nothing.

...But at the end of the day she still thought her classmate had chosen the better style with his dual blades. Quick and agile beats slow and cumbersome any day.

Despite her lack of interest in the actual conversation she was aware enough to pick out the important details – Supposedly some master swordsman had arrived recently and was responsible for reopening the school temporarily. She wasn't there now, but given how small the town was Fie had a suspicion that they would meet this so-called master at some point.

Most of the residents of the town were pretty useless for their investigation. A few mentions of strange travelers in town recently, but nothing involving the archaisms. The only lead they got was that an apprentice engineer had seen something. Following up on that they headed to the church looking for this girl...

And the graceful Sylphid found herself stunned as their first meeting ended with the engineer falling off of a chair and landing on her butt. How could anyone be that clumsy?!

After recovering from her painful spill the mint-haired girl – conveniently named Mint – introduced herself as one of Rean's old schoolmates. Thors really turned all sorts of people out, didn't it? Suddenly she felt worried about her future prospects.

Still, as flaky as the girl was she did provide some useful intel. Mint claimed to have spotted three large flying monsters not far from the road heading out of town to the east. While she couldn't confirm for not if they were archaisms, it definitely sounded suspicious enough and Fie was certain that would be the first direction they headed once they left town.

But before they could do that they still had the one optional mission request to look into. The person responsible for the request wanted their help in creating some kind of crazy fancy fabric dye for an upcoming festival. He needed a special rock that could be found east of town – convenient considering that was already their likely destination – a bunch of sepith... and a plant that could only be found in the shopping center in Saint-Arkh.

After leaving the house they convened to discuss their next course of action. Well, most of them did. Rean excused himself to make a call on his ARCUS, “I do want to help him...” Kurt admitted unsurely. That made sense considering the guy was one of his childhood friends.

“I do too, but do we really have time to go all the way back there?” Juna was the one to put forth the most obvious problem.

“It is still early enough in the afternoon that we can make the journey if we use the horses.” Altina's matter-of-fact statement failed to hide the miffed look she shot towards Fie. Couldn't she glare at Juna for a change?!

Not wanting to ride a horse or subject herself to the bunny's fierce glare again, Fie could only groan in dismay. Luckily for the members of Class VII a savior presented itself, “Well, I applaud you all for your enthusiasm.” Their teacher said as he rejoined the conversation, “I just got done talking to Celestin. He agreed to procure the plant and send it over on the next train now that the line is open again. We'll need to find the rest of the ingredients ourselves, but it should be here by the time we're finished.”

“Oh thank Aidios...”

With that conundrum solved the only thing left for them to do was head out onto Agria road where both the rock they needed and Mint's possible archaism sighting were. They also needed sepith, but that could be acquired from any monster. As a matter of fact they probably already had enough considering how much fighting they had been doing, but she wouldn't know since the one who had been collecting it all...

“Um, is there something wrong, Fie?” Rean asked as he noticed her flat stare.

“...It's nothing.” The guy better not be holding out on them or there would be hell to pay.

The trip towards where the machines had been spotted was a fairly uneventful one. The distance wasn't far, so it was a simple matter of walking down the road a fair bit, fighting the occasional monster, silently fuming while the so-called hero pocketed all the sepith, and climbing a decent sized hill at the end. During the walk they found the rock they needed – Once they got back to Parm the request had better be complete.

Reaching the top of the hill Fie and the others discovered... not much. There was a small animist shrine, but no sign of the three archaisms. The only thing of note was that as soon as they arrived Rean seemed to hunch over in pain for a second time – this was definitely no spider venom. A quick glance showed that both Juna and Kurt were just as confused as she was, but Altina... seemed to know something.

Perhaps one of them would have pressed the two on the matter, but before they could a sound from behind warned them of an impending threat. Turning rapidly Fie watched as two machines materialized out of thin air... stealth capabilities? These ones were way larger and more menacing than the Phalanx models they fought earlier. What they seemingly lacked in mobility they made up for in firepower.

“The base defense heavy-class archaism – Zephyranthes!” Yeah, Altina's warning definitely fit.

Fie's natural instincts were for her to dart in and overwhelm the nearest enemy with her speed, but the last archaism she tried that against ended with her getting missiles shot at her. Instead this time she opted to hang back and provide a little covering fire. If that ended with someone else eating a missile for their troubles well that was just an unfortunate coincidence.

Oh, look. Juna was charging in. As expected the nearest archaism turned upon her before opening up. Only this time it was a laser instead of a missile. Good thing Altina was there to block it with her shell.

Perhaps it was a little lazy of her, but Fie continued to sit back and use her gunblades as guns to support the others and impede the archaisms from acting with impunity. Class VII had enough front line fighters that she could get away with it. The Zephyranthes were powerful, mixing lasers, missiles, and even the occasional arts into their repertoire, but they were also effectively big stationary targets and the damage began piling up rapidly.

The girl couldn't help but let out a yawn once the archaisms exploded in a fireball. They might have been dangerous, but when it was five against two they had no-

Wait... Two?

By the time she realized her mistake it was already too late. The third archaism had already decloaked behind Juna and Kurt and was about to fire at the two unsuspecting students. There was no way she could close the gap between them in time and her bullets wouldn't be enough to stop it from taking such an easy shot...

“Raaaagh!” ...And yet Rean was somehow able to do what she could not and crossed the clearing in an instant, slicing through the large machine as if its armor wasn't even there.

Fie blinked. Was she hallucinating, or was his hair white and eyes red right now?

“Rean!” Even as the final archaism exploded Altina had crossed the distance towards the teacher who was now panting hard on one knee, no sign of her usually stoic expression present on her face. Awkwardly the former jaeger tried to make sense of the situation. Whatever power he used clearly had its drawbacks, but the boost was undeniable. In that moment his natural speed possibly exceeded her own and his strength seemed almost to Leo's level. Was it some kind of really weird war cry?

Silently she stood alongside Juna and Kurt as they watched the smallest member of their class fuss over their teacher. Once again she was struck by how different Altina was when with her teacher as she scolded him about using his power after 'that incident'. There was definitely some mystery there and despite herself she couldn't help but be bothered that she was completely out of the loop.

But mostly she was bothered with what had happened. So lost in her own recriminations she barely heard Rean rightfully dress her and the others down for her lapse in judgment. They had known the number of enemies from the start, but the easy battles had made her cocky, “Sorry guys. I let my guard down.”

“It's not your fault.” Surprisingly those words came from Kurt, “You were the first of us to react when we all knew about the third archaism. If only I had-”

“G-Guys-”

“You all bear some share of the fault.” Rean chided gently, inadvertently cutting off a worried Juna, “I know these aren't the most dangerous of opponents, but you need to remain vigilant at all times. Learn from this mistake and do better next time. It's that simple.”

The Ashen Chevalier clapped his hands before continuing with a little more enthusiasm. “Either way, we can mark this task off as complete. Given the type of archaisms we just faced I'm confident we're on the right track. Let's get back to Parm, finish the other request, and explore the southern byroad for the final archaisms.”

Nobody voiced their objections to the plan. Not only was it obviously the most effective one, but Fie was certain she wasn't the only one without the stomach for speaking at the moment. Fortunately the return trip was a quiet one and before long they were back in the Spinning Town. It seemed the butler had delivered on his word and they were able to finish the final optional request.

Unlike the road they had just been on, the Parm Byroad was fairly well traveled as it was the only way to go from the Empire to Liberl on foot. That didn't mean it was safe, however, as almost immediately upon exiting the town they were beset by a group of bee monsters. Their numbers and swiftness made them an obnoxious foe to hit, but fortunately she and Juna were able to gun most of them out of the sky before they could get close enough to bring their massive stingers to bear.

All in all an entirely unremarkable encounter. At least that was what she thought until she caught Rean looking at her with a sly smile on his face. She stared back in confusion, but when his eyes darted towards the enemy corpses her eyes widened in realization and horror. None of the others noticed the silent conversation and the jerk must have fed them all a lame excuse as they continued to progress down the road, leaving her standing alone among the dead.

Dead which contained the disgusting larva she had been volunteered into grabbing. The former jaeger let her body run on autopilot as she carried out the grisly task mindlessly. Her brain meanwhile was in an entirely different place as it ran a selge a minute plotting vengeance against the one responsible for this situation. She allowed herself a dark grin when a plan came to mind, but that grin died a quick death when she accidentally got a whiff of her handiwork.

They would all pay.

Luckily the task didn't take long and it only took a few minutes to catch up with the others as they were busy talking with some weird fishing lady. Another friend of their teacher, it seemed. Either way it was a good encounter as the woman – Annabelle – claimed that loud mechanical noises from a nearby plateau had scared away all the fish.

Doubling back they soon found a path that would take them up the hill, except it was completely blocked off with crates. Crates that had been there as long as Kurt could remember. Curious, but a few boxes weren't gonna stop them. Getting over the barrier would be a simple matter-

Or instead Altina could just use her combat shell to laser the barrier into ruin. That worked too.

With the path cleared Fie led the way ahead. This mystery path that had been sealed away for so long had piqued her curiosity. There could be anything ahead...

Like a big sealed gate barring their path. Lame.

Normally she would already have explosives on the door, but sadly for her Rean was the one in charge. Thanks to the intel saying the archaisms had been spotted on this plateau she knew there was no practical reason to advance further up this mysterious unmarked path. But she was really curious dammit!

The only clue as to what lay ahead rested with the sign on the gate that warned travelers of a high risk of landslides. The path ahead did seem pretty mountainous, but something about the whole situation didn't sit right with the former Zephyr member. Why the secrecy when-

The sound of a trig snapping forced her attention, “We've got incoming!” After her earlier mishap she couldn't help but feel a little satisfaction at being a little ahead of their teacher this time.

She could only stare blankly at the enemies as they moved into view. They were definitely archaisms, but they were the weirdest ones they had fought and it wasn't even close. While the other two models definitely looked like weapons, the two machines that rolled up to them on large balls looked more like weird clowns than anything, especially with the weird mask-like faces they possessed. Still, even if they weren't bristling with guns they were really fast, and each of their many limbs were tipped with blades.

“This model is made for surprise attacks and assassinations – Balancing Clowns!” Having Altina around to put a name to all these things was a nice convenience.

This time it was the machines who took the initiative, with one rolling towards Juna and the other straight for her. She got a first hand glimpse at why these agile robots were known for their assassinations and sneak attacks when it tried to strike out at her with a hidden blade, something which she only just dodged. And thanks to her jaeger background she immediately identified the strange liquid coating the blade as something best avoided.

Thankfully avoiding things was her specialty. It didn't matter how many weapons the archaism had she would not allow it to hit her – or so she would like to say. In reality the machine was really agile and some of those swipes were getting a little close for comfort. Not to mention the constant defense ensured she couldn't actually counter.

“Chrono Drive! Shining!” Thank the Goddess someone finally bothered to intervene. Why Rean was bothering to use arts instead of his tachi she was unsure, but she was grateful for the buffs regardless. What had been an increasingly dangerous situation suddenly became a lot easier as the orbal energy infusing her body enhanced her speed and agility beyond their natural limits.

Dodge. Swipe. Dodge. Parry. Shoot. The dance continued. While she was now overwhelming the weird clown she wasn't doing so at a quick enough rate. Eventually the arts would expire and it would be back to square one for her. But given how things were going she had a feeling that wouldn't happen.

A glance towards the others confirmed what she was already suspecting – The others were all ganging up on the other machine while she had been left effectively on her own. An effective tactic as the second clown self-destructed from the damage it had taken, but one that still annoyed her regardless.

The situation resolved itself a few seconds later when Juna and Altina turned their firepower upon her enemy while Rean used his Gale technique to cross the distance in an instant. By all accounts the right to the kill was hers, but after a long and very tedious day she was more than willing to relax and let someone else claim the machine – A gift that Altina ended up claiming for herself.

With both archaisms destroyed she glanced around. No more enemies present. The only noteworthy thing was that Juna was holding her arm awkwardly, “It only grazed me, but I can't feel my arm...”

Fie beat the others to her and gave a cursory look at the injury, “Hmm... Doesn't look like it was poisoned. Probably just a paralyzing agent. You should recover on its own in a few minutes.”

“How do you know?” Her worry was understandable.

“Most paralyzing agents are designed to quickly incapacitate their foe while keeping them alive. Means it dilutes itself pretty fast.” Perhaps she revealed a little too much, but Juna seemed too relieved to have noticed anything.

Rean – who had been silently watching the exchange – suddenly tensed up, “Looks like we don't have those few minutes. More are incoming!”

Shit. That was bad. A glance around showed that they were in no shape for another fight, especially against the three clowns that were now rolling into view. Juna was gamely preparing to fight with a single weapon, but she would be a liability in the fight. Both Altina and Kurt looked to be on their last legs and even Fie would readily admit that it had been too long since she put in a full day of fighting like this.

“Sorry, you four. It seems I've pushed you all too hard.” The elder of the group must have noticed their plight as he stepped forward, “Just leave this to me.” Was he about to use that weird power up again?

The answer was yes he was. It was as if she could see his strength rising, even as his hair and eyes changed color. It was so much like War Cry, except possibly even more ominous – and that's saying a lot when the jaeger's signature ability consumes their own life-force for energy! “Spirit Unifi-”

“That won't be necessary.”

Were she not so relieved at the arrival of reinforcements Fie would have rolled her eyes at the cliché nature of it all. Instead she could only watch with interest as a blue-haired woman with a giant sword descended upon the unsuspecting clowns with a barrage of blows that completely shattered their formation. It would only be a matter of seconds before the woman destroyed them all.

“Scud Wing!” Perhaps it was impolite of her to steal a kill like that, but after passing up on the previous one Fie felt entitled to it and the archaism had its back turned on her – a big no-no, even for a machine. For her part the swordswoman spared her an amused grin after finishing off the other two.

The way the woman immediately hugged their teacher was pretty interesting. Was she his girlfriend? That he was a big national hero meant he probably had no shortage of girls interested in him, but as far as she knew he had never mentioned having one. That the girl – who eventually introduced herself as Laura S. Arseid – was a member of the Original Class VII answered some of those questions, but it was still definitely a little sketchy.

As they were walking back to Parm together Fie noticed that Laura had slowed her pace from next to Rean and was now walking alongside her. And not only that, but she was glancing towards her whenever she thought Fie wasn't paying attention, “There something on my face?” She groused at last.

“Haha... You are quite observant.” The noblewoman looked surprisingly sheepish at being caught, “Should we get the chance at some point I would like to sit down and have a conversation with you.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Instructor Sara told me about you. She said that you were someone I should acquaint myself with.”

Wait... Was Sara going around and telling everyone her story?! Laura must have picked up on her consternation as she raised her hands placatingly, “She only told me the bare minimum, I assure you. Let's just say that I've lived something of a sheltered life and she thought that speaking with you would help rectify that issue somewhat.”

Fie was able to read between the lines easily enough. Clearly this woman – despite her obvious skill – had little experience outside of her comfort zone of fancy sword training schools and jaegers were something entirely alien to her. At least she seemed to want to fix it, “Sure, I guess. But not now.”

“Of course. It seems like you and your classmates have had a very long day.” With that Laura afforded her a brief smile before speeding up to converse with Rean again. Huh. That was a weird conversation. But if anything Laura was right about one thing – they had had a very long day and she was ready to head back to camp and rest.

If only she knew that forces were conspiring to ensure she received very little rest that night.

Chapter Text

After separating from the admittedly impressive swordswoman at the training hall Fie and the rest of Class VII took the direct route back to the field exercise camp. Nightfall was already setting in by the time their horses arrived at their destination. Not even Rean's threat about having to produce written reports about their day was enough to hinder her good mood at arrival. That's just how tired she was.

But before she could take a much needed nap there was still a little extracurricular work that needed to be done. She had plant bits and she had bee larva. It was time to fulfill her one good deed for the day... and her one much needed act of vengeance.

“Here ya go!” She cheerfully offered the goods to Freddy once she found him.

“Oh, awesome! This is exactly what I was looking for. Thanks Fie!” She would almost feel a little good about her deed if the guy didn't make her so nervous, “I'll get started on making my dish right away! I take it you'll want some?”

Here comes the important part. Fie hemmed and hawed for a second before adopting a dejected look, “Sorry, but I promised Sandy and Tita that I would help clean up the kitchen tonight. Oh!” She thought she was doing a pretty good job at selling her emotions here, “I just got an idea! Instructor Rean and my classmates must be really tired after traveling around all day. I'm sure something like this would be exactly what they need!”

“That's a great idea! I'll go find them immediately!”

“One last thing – Instructor Rean is really good at identifying ingredients in a meal even if he doesn't know the meal itself. Says it's a byproduct of his sword training. You should see it for yourself.”

“So offer them the dish without telling them what it is first?” A nod was her reply, “I can do that! Oh this is gonna be so much fun!”

Yes, it was. It took all her effort to keep the grin off her face until she turned around. That jerk would definitely suspect something given he knew about her mission, but she had a feeling he would be too polite to refuse such a kind offer. If Juna and Altina ended up as innocent bystanders through all this that would be tragic, but such tragedies were an unfortunate side effect of the battlefield.

With a little extra pep in her step the silver-haired girl made it into the train. Despite only using her club-mates as an excuse to avoid the weird food she was fully intent on visiting them and maybe even helping out a bit. Mostly she was just hungry.

The cafeteria car was pretty packed when she arrived, but she spotted her two friends easily enough with Sandy behind the counter and Tita on the other side chatting with her alongside a green-haired girl, “Sup?”

“Fie!” Her friends greeted her warmly, “Thanks for your help today. I saved you a dish.”

She nodded gratefully, “Thanks a bunch. I'm starved.”

“You look tired.” Tita remarked with a worried frown.

“Spent the entire day running around, getting into fights, and riding a horse. I'm exhausted.”

The green-haired girl giggled, “Of course. Riding a horse can be very difficult for a beginner. Oh, but where are my manners?” The girl stood from her seat and gave a short curtsy, “My name is Musse Egret. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”

“Mmm. Same.” That was about all the time she was willing to spare from her food. Come to find out she had really been famished!

“I didn't know you could ride a horse, Musse?” Tita asked.

“But of course! My grandparents taught it to me when I was a small girl.” Musse turned back to Fie and adopted a sly look, “Given that you are a beginner it stands to reason you were riding behind someone... Tell me, was it Instructor Rean?”

Fie narrowed her eyes. Just what was she getting at? “Uhh... yes?”

The girl squealed at a painfully loud decibel, “You're so lucky getting to take a romantic ride with a hunk like that! How did his muscles feel?! Are they as firm as I imagine!?”

“Uh...?”

Thankfully Tita was there to come to her rescue, “Down, Musse!”

“Aww, don't be like that. We aren't all fortunate enough to have a man in our lives already. I hear you muttering his name at night sometimes.” So they were roommates? “What was it again? Ag-”

Whatever she was about to say would not be heard as the flustered engineer was quick to place a hand over her mouth. Fie shared a glance with Sandy. There was definitely some teasing material that they needed to get their hands on, “You said you had to do some fighting too?” The cook asked eventually, probably to change the subject as much as anything.

“Mm-hmm.” Fie nodded tiredly, “Lots of monsters and a few archaisms. Nothing we couldn't handle, but still a pain.”

“Archaisms?! Here?!” A wide-eyed Tita bit her lip fearfully, “Was it just the standard Vogels and Phalanx models, or were there other ones?”

Huh. Her knowledge of those weird machines was surprising. Fie knew something had happened in Liberl a couple years back, but the details were vague. Clearly her friend was more involved in that incident then she had realized,“Uh...” What did Altina call them? “There were some Phalanx archaisms, yeah. Also some weird clown ones and Zephyr-something-or-others.”

“Zephyranthes?!” A nod, “Wow. You and Class VII must be pretty strong!”

“Still...” Musse laid her head on her hand as she frowned thoughtfully, “My knowledge of archaisms is fairly limited, but you make it sound like those were some fairly advanced models. I can't help but think something nefarious is afoot.”

“I'm just glad you're alright, Fie.” It felt weird having people be genuinely concerned for her well-being. In Zephyr any injury that didn't kill you was simply a lesson learned, but here it was quite different.

...Although she had a suspicion that at the very least the Golden Rakshasa was of a similar mindset to jaegers. Someone was bound to get maimed by that woman at some point. Hopefully it would never be her.

“Fie!” All eyes turned as the door to the car opened and in stormed an angry Juna Crawford, You... Gah!”

The girl in question did her best to hide the smile that threatened to overtake her face, “Sup, Juna? How was dinner?” She asked ever so innocently.

“Grr...” Seeing her face turn almost as bright as her hair was pretty funny, “That's the real problem! It wasn't that bad! I was actually enjoying myself until Freddy said what was in it! Why'd you tell him to keep it a secret from us!?”

Because this was funny, “Because I wanted you guys to expand your horizons a little?”

“You little-!” The Crossbellian paused and took a deep breath, “You'd best be ready. We all agreed you need payback for this, but for now...” Juna turned away from the sitting girls and began walking towards the next car, “...I just want to relax and wash away this entire day.”

It was only after the door closed behind her classmate that Fie felt all eyes now upon her, “You didn't...?”

“Yup.” She answered Sandy's question succinctly. “We all know Freddy was gonna look for volunteers to try his dish. If I didn't sacrifice my classmates he probably would have come for us.”

Both of her club mates paled at the thought, but Musse only giggled, “My... I didn't know you were so devious. How exhilarating!”

“Aren't you worried about the payback Juna threatened you with?” Tita asked with a hint of nervousness.

“Nah. Kinda curious to see what they come up with.” As if to reinforce her statement the door opened once again, this time admitting Kurt into the car. The swordsman's eyes were devoid of their usual indifference or anger that he used when looking at her, but the annoyed twitch was clear as day. Fie actually thought that to be a vast improvement. She deserved the annoyance, after all. Eventually her classmate turned away before sitting down at a nearby table where he began to play chess with some other guy.

“Soooo....” Musse drawled with an inquisitive look, “Would you care to share what Class VII has been up to today?”

Fie shrugged. She didn't think her day was all that exciting, but considering that Class IX spent their entire day here at camp the others probably thought differently. While she would much rather be following Juna's example and taking a nice long shower right now the fact that Juna had beaten her to the punch meant the room would be occupied for a while.

And telling these girls about what she had done certainly beat writing the report Rean wanted.

“Wow! So you met a couple members of the original Class VII?! They saved my town during the war. They're all heroes!”

Huh. She had kinda suspected as much given Sandy's prior discussions with Rean, but good to know.

Fie opened her mouth to continue the story, but found herself unexpectedly cutoff by a loud voice from outside the train. One that didn't belong to any of the students, but one she vaguely recognized anyways. So caught off guard she didn't clearly hear the first words said.

...But there was no mistaking the ominous sound she heard next, “A Panzer Faust!” She was the first to spring to her feet, already bracing for the worst as the missile closed in on the train's position. The expected explosion rang shortly after, but it was quieter and less destructive than she had feared, meaning the aim hadn't been the train. The second shot all but confirmed the targets to her.

Rushing outside she didn't even notice the others following as she was too busy surveying the camp. As she expected, both soldats that had been stationed outside the train were now collapsed on the ground in a fiery wreck – it didn't matter how powerful a weapon was when it was caught unawares. Nothing else in the area looked out of place.

...All except for the two figures standing on the hill overlooking the camp. “...Bloody Shirley.” She muttered in shock, recognizing the red-headed woman holding the anti-tank gun.

Shirley Orlando. A member of the Red Constellation jaeger corps. Someone who Fie had had the misfortune of running into multiple times as that bloodthirsty corp were Zephyr's biggest rivals. “Sup, Dolphy!” She greeted her cousin Randy as the teacher approached. “And there's Sylphid, too!”

Tearing her gaze away from the deranged jaeger for a moment allowed Fie to assess the other woman standing alongside her. Fie had no idea who she was, but that was quickly rectified when the knight introduced herself as Duvalie the Swift. She seemed kinda flaky to the former jaeger, but there was no denying how powerful she must be if she was a member of the society.

That Shirley was a member of Ouroboros as well came as quite the surprise. Just what had happened to the Red Constellation after their leaders killed each other?

Given her well-deserved reputation as a bloodthirsty berserker Fie fully expected her counterpart to attack immediately after drawing her intimidating weapon, Testa-Rossa. Instead the knight raised her sword and over a dozen of the more dangerous archaisms they had fought appeared out of stealth. Those numbers were further enhanced by an approaching wave of Phalanx models marching down the road.

Chancing a glance around it didn't surprise her that the other students were scared out of their minds. Training and fighting the occasional monster was one thing, but this had rapidly become a full scale battlefield. Fortunately the teachers were quick to begin barking out orders – Randy ordered his class to form a defensive line while Towa told Sandy, Tita, and the rest of Class IX to fall back and provide support to the other class.

Looking to her own commander Fie was unsurprised to hear Rean order them to to serve as a mobile reserve to reinforce any potential breakthroughs. Given they lacked the numbers of the other classes that job made sense for them.

Though the battle was still early Fie had to admit she was impressed by the other students. All of them were fighting and they were doing so well. She wasn't sure if they would last against the onslaught of powerful archaisms, but for now they were holding their own... Although that might change as more of the stout Phalanx models started streaming in from the road, “Class VII to the center!” Rean barked, seeing the threat just as well, “Take them down quick!”

And so they did. The short rest proved to have been sufficient as it afforded them a second wind in combat, and with their prior experience fighting against the archaisms the battle was a swift and easy one, “Rean! The right flank!”

Towa's cry was enough to get their attention. Looking towards where the instructor had pointed out Fie and the others bore witness to a group of the powerful Zephyranthes had managed to corner a group of outmatched students... A group that included Sandy.

She barely heard Rean's order to intercept as her legs were already moving. The first of the deadly archaisms was an easy target as it was completely focused on harming her friend, something which the stealthy girl punished with a deadly thrust to its orbal generator. The other machines turned towards the new threat, but by that time the rest of Class VII had arrived and the tide was completely turned as the archaisms were now the ones surrounded.

“Yay! Thanks, Fie! Thanks everyone!” Her friend cheered once the last of the archaisms went down.

“Heh. No prob.” Fie might have said more, but a cry of pain from the other side of the camp drew their eyes. Unsurprisingly that was the next place their teacher ordered them to. After sparing one final glance towards her friend the former jaeger joined her classmates as they crossed the clearing.

Or at least that was what she was planning on doing until her scanning eyes met a pair of malicious blues. The enforcer must have noticed as she gave a cheeky wink before leaping down from her perch with a gleeful laugh, Testa-Rossa primed for battle. It didn't take a genius to see that she was gunning for the undefended train.

Neither Rean – who was still leading her classmates into battle – nor Randy noticed her actions immediately, which meant that Shirley would have free reign to cause total destruction. The Enforcer's speed ensured that none of the students could possibly get in her way, and even if they did Fie had no doubt she would cut them down with ease.

The only one who could stop Shirley right now was her.

“F-Fie?!” Juna was the first to notice her decision to break away from the fighting.

“Dammit, get back here!” Rean roared, but to no avail. With her decision made the Zephyr member rushed to place herself in front of her Red Constellation rival. Given the way Shirley's grin widened at that move it was clear she had been expecting Fie to do just that.

“Hehehe. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist a challenge like this!”

“Bloody Shirley... Why are you here?!”

She didn't answer the question immediately, instead hopping on top of the train – a place where others wouldn't be able to easily interfere. Without hesitation Fie followed suit, “Aww! It's been three years and this is how you greet me? And here I was thinking I was being nice by deciding to pay you a visit after spotting you in the city!”

“So it was you...” Despite that Fie was pretty certain Shirley wasn't the one responsible for the destroyed archaisms. Not when she was commanding them now, “So, what? Is all of this just cause you wanted to see me?”

“Naw.” The crimson girl responded flippantly, “We're here simply to send a message. But now that that's done why not have a little fun? It's been three years, Sylphid! I wanna see if you've grown any since uncle and your old man offed each other!”

It seemed that Shirley had reached the end of her willingness to talk as with a gleeful laugh she revved her fierce chainsword before bearing down upon Fie like a wild animal. Fie responded by firing a bunch of hastily aimed shots at the jaeger – but those few that Shirley couldn't avoid she simply deflected with her blade.

She wasn't so arrogant as to think she stood a chance in a direct contest of strength – Bloody Shirley was infamous for being one of the most deadly female jaegers on the continent, after all. Instead she opted to try and throw off her rival's balance by launching an unexpected counter-charge.

Unfortunately for her if Shirley was surprised by the move she didn't let it affect her movements in any way. Fie was forced to abort her charge when Shirley swung her weapon in a half circle, using her superior range to ward her off. That she did it without slowing a rege forced Fie to backpedal away hastily lest she get overtaken. It was only thanks to her superior speed that she was able to avoid the bloody maelstrom bearing down upon her.

Wanting to regain the initiative the silver-haired warrior opted for power over speed, taking the time to charge both of her gunblades before firing them in unison. They didn't connect, but Shirley took the shots seriously enough to pause long enough to avoid, giving Fie the opening she needed with her speed.

Getting inside Testa-Rossa's range was a huge win in her books. As long as she remained in close she had a chance. There was no way Shirley could block the flurry of blows from her gunblades-

Indeed Shirley must have realized the same thing as she surprised Fie by taking one hand off her weapon to throw a punch. That the Class VII student blocked it was of only small consolation as the enforcer immediately followed it up with a kick that landed square on her chest with such force as to send her flying. That she was able to land on her feet was only thanks to years of training, but not even that could keep her from coughing violently as she struggled to recover her oxygen.

That Shirley didn't even bother to pursue in that moment told a bleak story for Fie.

This time she reached into her pocket and grasped hold of one of her more recent purchases. Knowing that her opponent was proficient in the same tools Fie opted to rely upon sleight of hand as she pulled the pin in secret. One second followed by a second quickly elapsed. Only after that point did she elect to reveal the grenade before tossing it at her foe. There was no way Shirley could avoid it in that limited a time-

With a gleeful laugh the enforcer swatted the device out of the air with her blade, causing it to explode harmlessly a dozen rege away, “Oh? A Neinvalli special? Heard they opened a store in Erebonia. Maybe I should check 'em out when I get the chance. Still... really Sylphid? Is that the best you've got?”

The student couldn't help but growl angrily. Her opponent was trying to get a rise out of her and dammit it was working! So far nothing she had tried had even fazed the newest enforcer. To be completely dismissed by someone her own age...

“Sylphid Dance!” All of her anger. All of her frustration. All of her fear. Everything was put into the move Boss taught her as she assaulted this horrid specter from her past. Every slash from her blades was drawn from her time in Zephyr. Every bullet fired at her opponent was an experience she had gained after running away. It was everything she had thrown together into a singular moment!

And to her horror, it wasn't enough. It wasn't as if her attack had been completely futile – Bloody Shirley definitely lived up to her moniker after enduring the attack with many small cuts and scratches oozing blood, but none of her injuries seemed to bother her at all. The red-headed girl barely looked winded, “Hahaha! Now that's more like it! But if that's all you've got then this fight is over!”

When Shirley let out her War Cry Fie knew she was in trouble. With renewed speed the Red Constellation officer charged straight at her. Knowing that trying to take her on in this state was a terrible idea Sylphid prepared to dodge. Whichever direction Shirley attacked from she had to be ready-

What she didn't expect was for her opponent to stop short, point Testa-Rossa at her, and unleash a wave of fire.

Given the width of the flames there was no way for her to dodge out of the way. Instead she opted to do the only thing her mind could think of in that moment – She jumped.

“Gotcha!” Sadly for her that was also the most predictable move and one that Shirley must have already guessed. Leaping over her own flames the Sanguine Ogre closed the distance between the two of them, blade poised for a devastating swing. One that Fie knew she couldn't dodge from her disadvantageous position. Instead all she could do was form a guard with her gunblades and hope for the best.

What she instead received was the full brunt of Shirley's attack, instantly overwhelming her feeble defense. The force of the strike sent the silver-haired girl flying off the train with such momentum that the ground beneath her was a blur. So great was her flight that it could have carried her twenty arge.

Instead it was cut short as she slammed into a large tree. There was a loud pop that Fie had a sinking suspicion was not the tree. That was her last coherent thought before the pain kicked in.

“Aww. Was that it? Gotta admit, that was pretty disappointing.” Shirley's landing was far cleaner in comparison, not that Fie could see it for herself as she struggled to get off the ground. Sadly her body was refusing to obey her commands, “Wasn't expecting you to have gotten so weak. Oh well. It is what it is, I guess.”

With a disappointed sigh Shirley raised her blade over her head. With what little control she had over her body Fie managed to glare hatefully at the victor – she at least wanted to see her death with her own two eyes, “Bye, Sylphid!”

One second Testa-Rossa was descending down to end her life, but the next it wasn't. Instead it was stopped by an even larger weapon, “I think not!”

Both jaegers stared at the newcomer in shock. It was the blue-haired swordmaster, Laura! Shirley was quick to recover, leaping away to avoid the follow-up attack, “I won't allow you to harm her!”

“You're from the original Class VII, right? How fun!” Once again Randy's cousin grinned maniacally as she beheld her new opponent. The two were about to reengage-

“Resound! Remedy Fantasia!” Instead Fie and everyone else found themselves listening to music. But unlike any music she had ever heard it seemed to fill her body with energy. Even her injuries stopped hurting. From her position on the ground she couldn't see who the musician was, but it was obvious to her who it was.

Old Class VII certainly lived up to their reputations. Definitely more than she did, at least.

It seemed the new arrivals (mostly the big healing song) had given the students a second wind and the knight lady seemed to realize the tides had turned against Ouroboros, “If you've gotten your 'little taste,' then let's get out of here already!”

“Haha, sorry bout that.” Shirley yelled as she put her away her giant weapon. “This was pretty fun, but I hope you do better next time, Sylphid. Gotta admit, that was a bit of a letdown.”

Fie couldn't bring herself to reply even as her foe leapt away, presumably to retreat alongside the rest of Ouroboros' forces. Why would she when her words were painfully true?

Weakly she struggled to her feet, something which caught the attention of Laura beside her, “Allow me to assist you.” Thankfully the older girl was smart enough to circle around and take hold of Fie's uninjured arm. She would have protested being forced to hold onto the other girl like a helpless invalid, but right now she just didn't have the energy or will to contest it, “Let's get you inside the train so you can receive proper medical attention.”

Mutely she nodded, falling into step with the older girl. It was all she could do to stare at the ground as the two made their trek, cause she could feel the many pairs of concerned eyes gazing upon her.

Or more specifically, they were gazing upon her defeat.

Rean sighed tiredly as he waited outside the room alongside Laura. Right now he wanted nothing more than to return to his room for a blissful rest, but that was definitely impossible. It had been an exhausting hour trying to direct cleanup and recovery efforts after the attack, but he knew that he wouldn't be getting any rest anytime soon.

Not after what happened to one of his students.

The door opened to reveal one of his oldest friends. “How is she?” He quietly asked Elliot.

“Not too bad, actually. Dislocated shoulder was the worst of it, but nothing I couldn't take care of.” The way the rising musical star was holding his orbal staff made it blatantly clear that plentiful healing arts were used, “With a little rest she should be good to go.”

“Thanks, Elliot. And you too, Laura. You arrived just in the nick of time...” In the heat of the moment he had made the decision to rescue Wayne and Jessica from the clowns instead of chasing after Fie. It was a decision that almost came back to haunt him when he witnessed the enforcer overpower his student. Even with Spirit Unification he wasn't sure if he would have made it there in time. Thankfully that wasn't something he ended up needing to test.

“Think nothing of it. I am just glad we arrived in time.”

Elliot let out a yawn, but that didn't seem to deter him any, “I think I am gonna go do one final round to see if anyone still needs medical attention...”

“Allow me to accompany you.” Laura stood alongside him, “I am sure you still have things to do, Rean.” The pointed look she shot towards the door reinforced her words, “We shall see you tomorrow.”

Silently he watched them leave before letting out another sigh. After all the travels and battles he had faced during the day he was dead tired and the next few minutes would almost certainly prove to be the hardest of them all. Still, this was what he signed up for when he became a teacher.

With no little reluctance he rose to his feet before knocking politely on the door, “Fie? It's me. Can I come in?” No answer came, but given how sharp the girl's senses were he knew she had heard him. That was good enough for him to enter the room.

Physically his student looked fine. A few visible cuts and scratches that were already well on their way to healing thanks to Elliot's work, but nothing that would hinder her in any way.

But her physical injuries weren't his greatest concern. Given how clenched her fists were as she stared out the window into the gloomy darkness he knew that mentally she wasn't there at the moment, “Fie? Are you alright?”

His words finally garnered a reaction as the girl glanced his way. “...I disobeyed your orders, ran off on my own, and got my ass kicked. What do you think?.”

She most certainly did get beaten badly. He hadn't much chance to witness the fight, but the end results were painfully obvious. “So why did you do it?”

She shrugged like it was the most obvious thing, “Shirley was gonna get to the train. No one else was in position to stop her.”

Rean suspected there was a lot more to it then that. Clearly the two had some kind of shared history due to their backgrounds. It was a shame because he felt that Fie had been doing a remarkably good job at adjusting to her new life recently, but this threatened to undo all that progress. He was already planning on asking Randolph about his cousin, so that was something else to question. For now, however... “Not good enough! She's an enforcer! You should have known she outclassed you! What if you had died?!”

“Better me than the train, I guess.”

Internally Rean grimaced. While he would readily admit his understanding of jaegers was limited, even he could tell that such a mercenary response was due to her background. Such blatant disregard for her own well-being was antithesis to everything he believed in.

...A traitorous part of his brain wondered if this was what his classmates felt after some of his previous actions.

“That's not true at all.” He said at last, “While I agree that losing the Derfflinger would be bad, at the end of the day it's simply a machine that can be replaced. The same can't be said about you.”

The younger girl glared up at him, “Foolish! That way of thinking is naive and stupid!”

Despite the situation he couldn't help but grin, “I guess that makes me naive and stupid, but my feelings will never change. You are one of my precious students and that makes you worth all the trains in the world to me.”

She continued to glare silently at him, but there was less heat in her eyes. It was as if she was searching for something. Eventually she looked away with a huff, “...You're insane.”

“I'm sure Zephyr taught you something completely different, but you're a member of Class VII now. Trust in the others. Even when you lack the strength to prevail on our own there are few challenges that can't be overcome with the aid of trusted friends. This isn't the first time I've been saved by the timely arrival of unexpected allies.” Hopefully he would get the chance to spend more time with Laura and Elliot once things calm down a bit. Their actions had probably saved many lives tonight and had to make it up to them.

Fie remained silent, prompting him to continue.,“Originally I had intended to admonish you further for your actions, but it's clear that you are beating yourself up about it more than I ever could. So instead I want you to try and get some rest while reflecting upon my words. It's already late and I don't know what tomorrow will bring.”

Actually, he had a fairly good idea what tomorrow would bring. With Ouroboros confirmed to be active in the region the Imperial Government would soon follow. And with them would come orders for the Ashen Chevalier and Valimar to take the fight to them. It wasn't something he was looking forward to, but for the people of Sutherland it was a mission he would accept without hesitation.

“Good night, Fie.” With a final nod he exited the room, leaving the silent girl to her thoughts.

It really was a shame that tomorrow promised to be so hectic. It had been a long time since he felt this exhausted. Were it any other night he would consider taking advantage of the fact he was now of age to find a stiff drink. Maybe Instructor Sara had the right idea after all.

Instead he merely let out a groan before setting off again. Best to do one final round to make sure everyone was alright. After that he could finally retire to his room. Hopefully Randolph was still awake as that was one more conversation he needed to have.

For the first time he found himself regretting his decision to accept Prince Olivert's offer. Being a teacher was exhausting!

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The next morning arrived both too slowly and too quickly for Fie's tastes. Slow, because despite her best efforts there was little relief to be had in sleep. Even someone as proficient at the fine art of passing out as she was found it impossible to get any actual rest under those circumstances.

Physically, at least, she was mostly fine. The musician of the original Class VII proved himself to be one of the most proficient users of healing arts that she had ever met. Outside of a little stiffness in her arm there was no hint of what had transpired the previous night.

Unfortunately, that was where the positives ended. Even if there were no scars to mark the battle her mind made up for it by replaying the event over and over again. To even call it a battle was an insult. Shirley had toyed with her until she got bored before completely destroying her with little effort. It reminded her of the times she fought against Boss and the others, but those had been expected as she had been a kid going up against fully grown veteran jaegers. Shirley was both her age and someone who had followed a similar career path.

Fie knew her skills had stagnated, but not even she could have imagined that such a gulf had been formed between her skills and that of her old rival. And not only that, but her weakness had been exposed for the entire world to see....

Maybe it was a good thing she never found Xeno or Leo. Someone as weak as her would only disappoint them and slow them down.

But even though it felt like a millennia had passed overnight, the next morning came far too soon for the exhausted girl. Time waited for nobody and there was no chance the others would allow her to stick around in bed all day. Best to just get up, focus on her tasks, and ensure her mask of indifference was on extra tight today.

“Hey, Fie? Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah. I'm cool.” Damn. Acting normal was harder than she expected. Juna definitely noticed her slip, but both she and Altina were nice enough to remain silent as the three of them dressed and prepared for the missions ahead.

...Or at least that had been their intent before Instructor Towa ran up to them shortly after they met up with Kurt, “Class VII! There you are! There's been a change of plans for today.” The tiny teacher looked like she had swallowed a lemon, “Instructor Rean has been ordered by the Imperial Government to investigate the society with his classmates.”

Honestly Fie shouldn't have been as surprised as she was. It made a lot more sense to send in a handful of specialists who knew what they were doing over a group of weak kids. A group that she knew she was a part of.

That didn't stop her classmates from taking off in a rush to find their teacher. As unpleasant as that upcoming conversation was Fie knew she couldn't very well avoid it. So with a heavy sigh the former jaeger took off after them, albeit at a far more sedate pace.

She finally caught up with them outside of the train where they had found Rean alongside Laura and Elliot. Juna was fuming, Altina looked distraught, and Kurt was arguing with their teacher. She only managed to catch up in time to hear the final bit of the discussion, “...I can't take someone who lacks confidence and conviction to such a dangerous place.” The elder swordsman's eyes met with hers briefly, “None of you are strong enough to handle the battles ahead.”

She knew his words to be true, but it still hurt a lot to hear. Fie could at least say she took it better than the others, as Kurt could barely hold in his anger and frustration has he ran off while a simmering Juna grabbed Altina's hand before marching off in a fury. Rean didn't even bother sparing her a second glance as he began walking towards the horses. At least Laura acknowledged her presence with a nod and Elliot a nervous smile before the two followed suit, leaving Fie all by her lonesome.

“Well. This kinda sucks.” The silver-haired girl muttered to herself. Now what was she supposed to do?Presumably she and the rest of Class VII were to attach themselves to one of the other classes with VIII being the obvious one.

In all honesty, that didn't sound like a terrible idea. Right now she wasn't ready to deal with her classmates or Class IX friends. Randy at least would have the background knowledge to make sure things didn't get too awkward.

She found the tall red-head a distance away getting ready for whatever exercises he had planned for the day, “Yo, Selfie.” He greeted with a short wave as she approached.

That caused her to stop short, “...Selfie?”

“Yup. Mixed your name and Sylphid. Figured since we're not running around in the corp anymore we shouldn't keep calling each other our jaeger names. Like it?”

“It's terrible.”

The jaeger turned cop turned teacher shrugged nonchalantly, “The only other name I came up with is Lil' Fie-Fie.”

That was such an awful name! The victim of those awful names focused all her anger, humiliation, and annoyance into one singular glare. Randy merely chuckled despite her best efforts, causing her to scoff, “Whatever.” Best to just drop the subject and hope he forgets about those dumb names

“So how ya feeling, Selfie?” ...Or not, “Dumb decision to go after my cousin like that, but I'm glad you're alright.”

“Not sure I'm alright, but at least I'm alive. Limbs are still attached, too.” A little jaeger dark humor was actually enough to get her to crack a small grin.

“Exactly! Most people in our line of business don't get that luxury. You lost, but you're still kicking. Use that as a lesson for next time.” The Red Reaper shook his head in dismay, “But damn. I figured time would have made her stronger, but I wasn't expecting by that much. Took half my squad to take her down a year and a half ago. Looks like we all gotta kick it up a notch.”

She wasn't sure if the easy-going man was trying to cheer her up with his words, but she couldn't deny that it was working a little, “Mmm. I take it we're with you today?”

“Yup. My kids are raring to go after last night so I'm gonna up the intensity today. Hope you and yours are ready for some hard training.”

Honestly? A little hard training sounded pretty good to take her mind off of everything.

Time proved her to be right. The drills Randy had Class VII and VIII run were basic stuff that every jaeger learned early on in their careers, but Randy at least ensured the intensity was high enough to make it a worthwhile use of her time. Before Fie knew it the morning had come to an end and everyone was dismissed to take a break and grab some grub.

Something which Fie planned to do in a few minutes. The food car was probably packed at the moment and she was more inclined to wait until it cleared out a bit. Instead she found herself hanging out with a busy little engineer as she did her rounds.

“You should go take a break.” Fie tiredly informed the other girl, “Watching you run around all morning has made me exhausted.”

“Ahaha...” The engineer blushed slightly, “I didn't do much! It was only thanks to Mint that I was able to repair the soldats! Pablo and Gustav helped too.”

Did Fie actually believe that clumsy Mint could help out with real work? Maybe? But even if she did she seemed like the kind of girl to create extra work for others with her forgetfulness. Maybe she left a hammer inside a soldat joint or something? Her dubious expression must have shown as Tita held her hands up in mock surrender, “Relax! It was nothing! I'm used to pulling all-nighters when I'm working on an interesting project anyways. This is nothing!”

Staying up all night when you don't need to? Absolute insanity.

“Hey, time for lunch yet?” How curious. The new speaker was a tall red-headed man who was just walking into camp.

Between his poise and the massive blade strapped to his back he was clearly a warrior, but it was Tita's reaction that caught Fie's interest the most, “A-A-Agate?! Agate! Is it really you!”

And now she had the identity of the mystery person she and Sandy had heard about. The vibrant blush on her friend's face made it quite clear that the girl was sporting a crush on the older man. She didn't see any similar reaction on his face which hinted to Fie that it was a one-sided affair. That being said, given the guy had dropped in on the camp it was clear he at least cared for the girl.

Either way, it wasn't important. What was was the fact that as Tita's friend she had every right to tease the girl about it later, “I'm gonna go find some food. Catch you later.” Eventually. Right now she wanted to find Sandy to share this juicy intel.

Of course she couldn't resist the urge to shoot her friend a wink as she departed, causing the little engineer to flush even brighter.

Leaving the two to their own devices the former jaeger went back into the train. Thankfully it seemed like a lot of the students had either finished their meals already or taken them to other places. There was plenty of space for her to eat in privacy.

Unfortunately for her... “Fie! Over here!” ...The rest of Class VII was currently eating at a table. Mentally shrugging at the inevitability of everything the girl acquiesced, quickly grabbing her food before sliding in at the table alongside her classmates.

The burger was pretty decent, but it seemed like she was the only one interested in eating. Didn't the others know that you still needed to eat while miserable? Well, their loss.

In fact Kurt was so against eating that he rose from his seat and began walking off. When Juna questioned his actions he shook his head, “Don't worry. I'm just going to go train. ...Though I may lack confidence and conviction, I'm still not foolish enough to go out on my own.”

“Hey, just because he said that to you-”

Juna's attempts at cheering the Vander up had seemingly no effect, “I'm fine. I know he did it to keep us out of danger. It's too much for us – no, for me... His judgment wasn't wrong.”

His words caused Fie to let out a snort of derision, “You aren't the one he was worried about. I'm the idiot who abandoned you guys to get my ass kicked. If not for me...”

“It doesn't matter.” Kurt interrupted, “If someone like you, whose capabilities far exceed my own, got beaten then what hope do I have?”

In hindsight, maybe she really should have taken Rean's advice and talked with the boy earlier. She really was starting to believe that Kurt's animosity came from feelings of insecurity and not real hostility, “Not so sure about that...”

“Argh!” Juna's yell caused the two of them plus a silently observing Altina to turn to her in shock, “You guys are such idiots! I get that you two want to sound all tough and grown up and talk about how you accept the way things are, but I know you're thinking otherwise. What's wrong with just saying 'I'm frustrated I got left behind?'” The pink-haired girl took a deep breath, “There's no way anyone should be so understanding about being tossed aside like that. Me and Allie feel the same way.”

“...I do not know if I'd call it 'frustrating,' but generally speaking I share the opinion.” Altina finally chimed, “I have supported Instructor Rean on his missions for the past year. Though I am technically his student now, I remain unconvinced it was a good reason for excluding me.” Although she denied it, her facial expression definitely screamed 'frustrated' in Fie's opinion.

The former jaeger couldn't help but let their words affect her. Being left behind again – even if was only temporary this time – did not sit well with her. A part of her wanted to buy into Juna's crazy scheme, and a glance towards the swordsman confirmed he was thinking along similar lines.

It was clear that Juna wanted to go after Rean and the others, but there was one critical flaw in the plan, “You do know that they're gonna be going after some really powerful foes, right? I dunno about the knight lady, but Shirley isn't the kinda person you want to face.”

“I know!” Juna insisted even if Fie wasn't sure she believed her, “But even if we don't fight them directly there's gotta be something that only we can do!”

This whole idea was painfully naive. It was also probably gonna get them all killed. As much as Fie wanted to have a shot at redemption she knew it was a terrible terrible idea. If the others wanted to run off and get themselves killed pointlessly then she would simply stay behind. She opened her mouth to say just that-

"Can I count on you to keep an eye on the others during this field exercise? I trust them, of course, but I think your experience will come in handy out there."

“I'm sure Zephyr taught you something completely different, but you're a member of Class VII now. Trust in the others. Even when you lack the strength to prevail on our own there are few challenges that can't be overcome with the aid of trusted friends.”

Rean's words, with the former coming before the trip and the latter just last night. For some reason unknown to her those words caused her to hesitate. She still didn't see herself as a believer in all the saccharine crap the instructor liked to spout, but...

Maybe Fie's strength was lacking, but her classmates were about to charge off into danger and she was at least somewhat confident that her skills and experiences could be used to help them. And she would readily admit that Juna, Kurt, and Altina had impressed her a little thus far. So long as they avoided picking a fight with the Sanguine Ogre or some other equally terrifying monster they actually could contribute in some way...

Pragmatic realism warred with hopeful idealism in her mind. It was a war that might have had no clear victor, except there was one other variable that tipped the scales decisively: Juna's words had struck a chord with her.

She really wanted that second chance to prove herself. “Alright, I'm in.”

Juna let out a short cheer while Altina merely nodded her head in satisfaction. Kurt's initial look of surprise faded into a resigned smile, “I have no desire to be left behind either. I take it you have a plan Juna?”

The girl in question gave a nervous smile before wilting under their combined looks. Fie could only let out an amused sigh, “We're totally dead.”

“Teehee. I'm so glad the four of you seem to be feeling better.”

That voice came from outside their group. Even if it had only been the previous night, given everything it happened it took Fie a second to remember the name, “Musse?”

The mint-haired girl leaned in with a conspiratorial grin, “I happened to overhear a little something, and I thought you guys might be interested in it.”

Her words caused Fie to analyze the girl in more thorough detail. That she had somehow managed to overhear the conversation was already suspicious enough, but given her words it was clear that she at least thought she knew something pertinent to their upcoming mission. There was definitely something off about Tita's roommate, but Fie just could not get a read on her.

Musse seemed to notice the attention on herself as she shot Fie a cheeky wink.

Kurt seemed to share her concerns, “What exactly are you talking about?” He asked warily.

“Heh heh. I'd bet good mira it's something fun.” The addition of a second eavesdropper caused Fie to twitch in annoyance. Had she really been so focused on everything else that she slipped up this badly? The second voice belonged to Ash as the rough boy approached with a smug grin on his face, “I want in.”

Her classmates shared bewildered glances with each other. It was painfully clear that somehow Juna's crazy little plan has just spiraled out of their control. And yet even as Musse began speaking Fie couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement. They had the resolve and soon they would have a plan.

What would come after was entirely up to them.

Kurt couldn't help but look back nervously as he contemplated the strange path his day had taken. Perhaps he had allowed himself to get caught up in the heat of the moment thanks to Juna's speech, but upon further reflection he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a huge mistake. The Vander had expected their plan to be something suitably valiant to prove his worth to Instructor Rean and make his family proud.

Instead they had absconded in the middle of a training exercise, stealing a panzer soldat in the process. All in pursuit of a rumor that they had little way of verifying for themselves.

Instead of making his family proud he couldn't help but wonder how disappointed they would be if he ended up getting expelled. The swordsman was fairly certain that they had commit a few crimes in the process too.

Still, this was the choice he made and he would stick with it, consequences be damned. That he wasn't alone in his criminal acts was at least some relief. He had little doubt that the powers that be would be more than willing to punish all of Class VII and the tagalong Ash, but perhaps their show of solidarity could earn the students a little leniency?

The Vander shook his head. Best to not dwell upon the consequences of his decision. The others didn't seem to be all that bothered. Juna had that same admirable look of determination she always seemed to have. Altina was walking beside her stoically. Ash was impossible to read since he was controlling the Drakkhen.

Fie meanwhile was glancing around warily. Especially understandable considering their actions required them to avoid the roads and settlements en route to their destination. While no monster seemed foolish enough to attack their group with the panzer soldat in tow the previous night had proven that there were far more dangerous things in the area than simple monsters.

Glancing at the quiet girl caused him to let out a tired sigh. After everything that had happened the past twenty-four hours the young swordsman knew what he must do. The way the girl warily eyed him as he slowed his walk to move alongside her only reinforced that decision, “I believe I owe you an apology.”

“...Huh?” Her reaction might have been comical were the situation not so awkward.

“I realize now that I have been acting unfairly towards you. I have been treating you with mistrust almost the entire time when it's now painfully obvious that the one I was truly upset at was myself.” Admitting his own failures was hard, but finally getting it out there left him feeling better.

“Naw.” Surprisingly Fie waved him off after a brief silence, “It's my fault too. I asked Rean about it and he pretty much told me the same thing. Said I just needed to open up and talk things through. But, well... I never did.”

That revelation threw him for a loop, “I had no idea you had been talking to Instructor Rean about me...”

“It just slipped out in a conversation once.” The way the girl immediately brushed him off was enough to warrant a raising of the eye. Was she embarrassed? “So what brought on this change of heart?”

“Last night, mostly.” At her curious look he elaborated further, “I've been so blinded by the fact that you are my superior on the battlefield that I never bothered to look beyond it. Seeing you struggle – and fail – against that enforcer last night showed me that we are more similar than I cared to realize. Despite your mysterious aptitude you are just as human as I am, with your own purpose driving you forward.”

The silver-haired girl glanced down at her hands, “My own purpose, huh? Sometimes I wonder about that...”

“You seemed like you had a purpose when you picked a fight with that crazy jaeger last night.” His words earned a shrug from the girl. He hesitated before opting to continue forward, “Speaking of that, it seemed as if you had a history with her. Would you happen to be...?”

“A former jaeger? Yeah. You got me.” Fie tilted her head in interest, “Does that bother you?”

Now it was his turn to shrug, “A little. Had I found out a few weeks ago I probably would have been concerned, but it's clear the faculty know of your past and they let you enroll regardless. And more importantly? I think I'm just tired of mistrusting you.”

“Huh, neat. So we're cool now?” He noted that this might have been the first time he actually saw the quiet girl give a genuine smile.

The Vander let out a low chuckle, “Yeah. We're cool.” It felt really good to finally get that off his chest, “One less regret before we all get expelled after pulling off this crazy stunt.”

“I'd be alright with that.” Fie's words surprised him. She must have noticed his confusion, “Getting expelled means we somehow survive the next few hours.”

“Haha...” There was something about the girl's morbid humor. Or was it even humor to begin with? “I... suppose that is of a slightly greater concern, isn't it?”

Fie nodded. “Not dying is pretty fun.”

“Hey!” Further conversation was interrupted by the nosier of their two remaining classmates. It seemed the others had finally taken heed of their discussion, “What are you guys talking about?” Juna asked suspiciously.

“I do not detect the usual levels of hostility from the two of you.” Altina added, blunt as ever.

“Just talking about how your crazy plan is gonna get us killed. That's all.” Fie's teasing remark caused the girl in question to fume and retort angrily while he and a stoic Altina watched in varying levels of interest.

Kurt still wasn't sure about his decision to go to the Branch Campus instead of the Main Campus, but as he observed his three classmates he couldn't help but feel a smile come to his face. Regardless of if it was the right choice or not, right now he was happy and felt like he was finally starting to make strides forward, both as a swordsman and as a person.

Now he just needed to do as Fie said and find a way to survive the next few hours.

Fie hadn't thought much of her feud with Kurt. One of her classmates disliked her. It was as simple as that. She had experienced far worse in the past.

So she was surprised at just how good it felt to have that conflict suddenly resolve itself without a fight. It was as if an invisible wall had been constricting her and now it was toppled. For the first time since her arrival at Leeves the girl finally felt comfortable among her peers.

That was probably a good thing as it seemed they were coming up on their destination.

That mysterious gate sealing off a forgotten path that piqued her interest a day ago? According to Musse it led to the ruins of a town that had been wiped out to trigger the Hundred Days War. A place forgotten to history.

The town of Hamel.

That the girl had a feeling she had heard the name before lent credence to Musse's intel. Boss and the others had mentioned something along those lines a long time ago, but the memory was a vague and fuzzy one. Such atrocities weren't alien to the former Zephyr member, unfortunately, but the scale of Hamel's supposed demise definitely put it above anything she herself had lived through.

Tragedy aside, the sealed ruins of one of Erebonia's darkest secrets would make for an excellent hiding spot for any sort of criminal organization to operate freely.

“Wait.” Given they were almost there it was time to stop and think things through, “We need a plan.”

She could only hope her inability to detect anyone during their approach was because they still had the element of surprise and not that an exceptionally skilled person was eluding her senses. That was the one big advantage Class VII had right now. The other was Ash's Drakkhen. Admittedly a giant robot wasn't exactly the best weapon for a sneak attack, but it was something Fie was glad to have on hand.

“Do you have any ideas?” Juna – despite being the one to create this operation – looked on hopefully.

Fie glanced around, “I think I should scout ahead. Get a picture of what's going on.”

“What?! That's bullshit.” Came Ash's voice from inside the soldat, causing Fie to grimace. Loud mech speaker really didn't do well for a quiet approach, “We don't got time to be messing around. I say we just charge in there, gun's blazing.”

“No. I agree with Fie.” Already ending her feud with Kurt was paying dividends as the swordsman came to her support, “We only have one chance at this, so we need to strike with precision. I trust in her ability to remain undetected.”

“Allow me to accompany you. Claiomh Solais' stealth field will keep me protected.” Stealth fields were cheating, but Fie nodded along to Altina's suggestion. A second pair of eyes was a good thing.

What the two discovered was pretty grim indeed. Rean, the other members of the original Class VII, and the bracer Agate were all present inside the ruined village, but so was Shirley and that knight. Most ominously was the presence of two other knights and the Red Constellation's best sniper, Gareth the Blitz. The two sides weren't fighting at the moment, but the wreckage of some powerful looking archaism and corpses of the Constellation's military monsters made it obvious to her that a fight had taken place. Fortunately both sides were too busy with each other to notice her and Altina.

As they returned to the others Fie wracked her brains to formulate a plan. There was definitely way too much firepower on the other side for them to hope to win in a fight, but if they can pull off a sneak attack to break the enemies formation they might at least be able to tip the scales back in Rean's favor. It was insanely risky, but when she presented the idea to the others they all agreed – even Ash.

With the soldat leading the way the five of them charged into Hamel. While Kurt, Juna, and Altina went after the three knights Fie followed Ash as they went for whom she considered to be the most dangerous target – Shirley. While she had no desire to get her ass kicked again she could at least hopefully keep the psychopath jaeger from doing anything too deadly. To her relief they managed to pull off the ambush successfully, with Ash's Drakkhen causing the Ouroboros agents and jaegers to scatter in confusion while her classmates drove the knights back. For her part Fie kept her gunblades trained on a very amused looking Shirley Orlando.

“You guys!” Rean's shout drew all eyes to the worried teacher, “Stop! You need to get back!”

“We won't!” Kurt replied, “You told me I needed to find what lies beyond. I spent my life wishing I was more like my father and brother. I watched as my purpose was taken away. It's possible I'm wrong, but... as far as I'm concerned, this is what lies beyond!”

When Kurt finished Altina took the time to speak up, “We understand this is a violation of orders. However, since we received valuable information, we can to offer support. After all, Special Ops missions require us to make judgment calls depending on the situation.”

“Sorry we went against your orders, Instructor Rean.” Great, now Juna was chiming in too, “But don't you remember? You said it yourself. You told us to find an identity for our class that's all our own. We may not have skill or resolve yet... But we decided among the four of us that we'd come and help!”

Fie could feel the eyes upon her. Even the enemies seemed curious as to hear her speech. With a quiet groan the girl said the first thing that came to mind, “...You told me to watch over the others.”

Despite having the shortest and lamest speech by far the reactions were pretty funny. Rean gaped like a dead fish while Laura and the others couldn't help but laugh despite the situation.

It was when Shirley joined in the laughter that everyone seemed to remember they were still on a battlefield. The red-headed jaeger glanced between the two groups with a bloodthirsty gleam in her eyes, “It would've been great to just really go at it with everyone... But maybe now that the situation's nice and warmed up, it'll work?”

Fie's eyes widened when Shirley pulled out... “A detonator?! No...?!” She had no idea what it was, but it was obviously bad news. Not wanting to know what the object did she took the shot, but the Constellation member cackled before using her free hand to draw her weapon and block the attack in a supernatural feat of strength. With that she was free to push the button.

Almost immediately there was a loud rumbling. Something was approaching, and it was coming fast! “Behind us! Watch out!” While she managed to leap away in time, Ash inside the soldat wasn't nearly so lucky. Fie could only gape as a new enemy strolled into view and slapped away the Drakkhen with a single blow.

...That was by far and away the biggest machine Fie had ever laid eyes upon.

As much as it pained her to admit, there was absolutely nothing she could do against an enemy like that. Even if she had ten times the explosives she had on hand the student doubted it could have made even the tiniest of dents in something that big. A glance around showed her classmates were just as terrified and in awe of their newest enemy, and even the original Class VII looked stunned.

Except for Rean. He simply raised an arm into the air as if in a trance, “Heed my call! Valimar, the Ashen Knight!”

Of course! The guy was super famous cause he had a super robot of his own! That it only took a matter of seconds for Valimar to fly into the clearing from the base camp was a testament to just how mobile the ancient machine was. She watched with interest as her instructor boarded the knight before drawing his weapon and engaging the enemy.

Since the Stahlritter knights and Red Constellation were completely focused on the ongoing battle, Fie was quick to rejoin her classmates and together the four of them descended from the hill towards where their seniors were watching. Along the way Altina was able to inform them of the specifications of the giant machine – Apparently it was called an Aion and this was the same model that single-handily blunted Erebonia's assault on Crossbell just prior to the October War.

And as Fie watched Rean fight it, she could see why. While she was definitely a proponent of speed over power, all the speed in the world mattered for little when you couldn't actually damage your opponent. And that seemed to be the problem Rean was facing as his smaller Divine Knight seemed to make no headway, even as it nimbly evaded each of the Aion's massive fists.

“There's no way he can beat that gigantic thing by himself!” Juna agreed to Fie's private assessment.

“That's it!” And yet it seemed to spark something within Kurt. The Vander took off in a sprint. It didn't take long for his destination to become obvious – Ash's fallen Drakkhen.

Fortunately they discovered the punk was still mostly fine, and more importantly, so was the soldat. After helping Ash get out of the cockpit Kurt was quick to take his place. While Juna and Altina seemed a little apprehensive about his decision Fie couldn't help but pout a little, wishing she had thought of it herself.

Instead all she could do was believe in Kurt and Rean as they stood together against the colossal foe... Or at least that was what she thought until her ARCUS II started glowing. From her peripheral vision she could see the same phenomenon happening with Altina, Juna, Laura, and Elliot. It seemed their seniors had some idea what was going on, as it had supposedly happened during the civil war.

It was a very special combat link that had allowed them to support Rean inside his Divine Knight
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Neat. And yet while the graduates had the most knowledge of the phenomena it was Fie who discovered something unexpected: Rean wasn't the only one they could link to. So while the others debated who should be the one to support Valimar she took the road less traveled and formed a combat link with the Drakkhen, “Kick some ass, Kurt.”

Her enemy turned friend didn't respond verbally, but he did bob his soldat's head in acknowledgment before drawing his twin blades. Fie blinked – Hadn't the soldat been carrying Ash's switchaxe? Eh, whatever. It was a good thing, so not worth thinking about.

It was weird. Somehow her combat link allowed Kurt to push his Drakkhen at speeds well beyond what he had used during practice. That was good for his continued survival cause the Aion's fist was half as big as his machine and any clean hit from that would absolutely obliterate his mass produced machine. As it was he was deftly able to evade the ponderous strikes.

Of course he seemed to be completely incapable of harming the juggernaut himself, but that was where Rean and Valimar came in. It seemed that Laura had been the one to win the debate – much to the chagrin of Juna and Altina – and unsurprisingly given the nature of the Arseid master she was able to enhance Valimar's strength beyond what it had previously displayed. While Kurt played the distraction it was Rean who inflicted some real damage as he drove his giant tachi cleanly into the enemy.

A living opponent would have been able to identify Rean as the only real threat and reacted accordingly, but at the end of the day the Aion was just a really big archaism. While powerful its AI appeared limited as it kept falling for the hit and run tactics from the two smaller machines. Fie couldn't help but pout as she observed the two dancing around the lumbering behemoth – this was the kind of fight she lived for.

Instead she was forced to watch the battle between titans. While the Aion did eventually bust out a few dangerous looking area attacks to force them back, Rean seemed far too savvy to let his guard down and Kurt's determination refused to allow him to let up, even for a second. The end of the fight came rather anticlimactically when Valimar drove its sword straight into the Aion's chest, presumably hitting something important as the large archaism shut down without warning.

“Yay. We won.” Although her words were spoken in deadpan she couldn't help but allow a relieved smile onto her face. That being said, she refused to allow herself to relax as both the Red Constellation and those knights were still around and none of them looked particularly bothered at their machine getting its ass kicked.

Not even the arrival of friendly reinforcements of Randy in a Hector seemed to faze them any. In fact Shirley looked rather amused as she giggled out loud, “I'm still a bit peckish, but I guess I'll just have to save it for another time.” The crazed girl turned away from the Thors group to stare at something – or was it someone? - outside of Fie's vision, “You'll come join the party next time, won't you – Jaeger King?”

...What?

“Ah, so you noticed after all.” She froze. N-No way... There, atop the hill Shirley had been looking at was an impossible sight. There was Xeno and Leo, but she barely noticed their existence as in between them was something completely impossible.

“...B-Boss?”

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In an instant the world stopped making sense. There was no mistaking the middle-aged man standing atop a hill, looking down at everyone in his Zephyr uniform. This was definitely Rutger Claussell, the man she knew as Boss.

B-But it made no sense at all! She could recall that horrid moment with painful clarity. When the last of his energy faded and all the injuries suffered at the hands of Baldur Orlando made themselves known in a fatal manner. The peaceful look on his face when he finally passed after fighting through the greatest duel Zemuria would probably ever witness.

While others would come and go tragically, Boss was always the one immortal pillar in her life. He was the only one that young Fie had ever thought was impossible to kill. So while the others accepted his loss with the same detached nonchalance jaegers were known for, she had refused to believe it. And yet no matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise, there was no denying the truth that lay in front of her.

Rutger Claussell, the Jaeger King, was dead.

It was that moment that Fie Claussell also died.

And yet right now that very same dead man was standing in front of her, looking as if nothing had ever happened.

“B-Boss...?” She repeated the same words, her voice barely louder than a hoarse whisper. It was everything she could muster in that moment.

And yet despite how quiet she was he seemed to hear her with perfect clarity as sharp but warm eyes immediately focused upon her, “Nice to see you again, Fie. Glad to see you've grown since our last meeting. Hard to believe that you're that same little twig that followed me around like a lost pet.”

The absolute nonchalance with which he spoke to her... Deep down she knew that was just the kind of person Boss was, but in the moment she did not want to hear it. This was not a casual reunion after a week-long scouting mission! He was dead! And now he was standing there!

Belatedly she turned to her 'brothers'. They at least weren't ghosts sent to haunt her with their mere presence... right? “X-Xeno. L-Leo. W-What's going on!?”

They at least seemed to treat the moment with a little more respect as Xeno rubbed the back of his head nervously, “Ahaha... Sorry, Fie. Let's just say that a lot has happened since Zephyr broke up.”

“Suffice it to say, this has been our mission from the very start.” The deep voice of Leonidas followed suit, “Even our employment during the civil war was in pursuit of this moment.”

T-They were trying to raise the dead!? Even ignoring the morality of such an action – something which was easy for her to do – that was something that simply wasn't possible. And yet that wasn't what bothered her the most.

“...Why?” Why didn't they bring her along!? She would have gladly spit in the Goddess' face if it meant bringing him back. Why wouldn't they trust her to help!? Why would they abandon her like that!?

“Don't blame them for what happened.” Rutger seemed to understand her unspoken question as he quickly came to the defense of his subordinates, “It was my decision that they leave you behind. Can't say I expected things to turn out like they did...” He let out a casual shrug, “It is what it is, I guess.”

He was the one who decided to leave her behind? But that made no sense! Yeah all jaegers went into battle with the expectation that they might die, but for a decision like that... Did Boss already know the outcome of his duel in advance?

And most importantly... “But... why? Why leave me behind?”

“Figured you could use a change of pace.” He admitted with the same ease one would use when talking about changing out a decoration, “You were in the corps for as long as you can remember. Thought Purple Lightning or some other bracer would take you in and find you a new crew to run with.” He let out a grin and a chuckle, “Guess we all managed to underestimate just how quick and sneaky you were, though.”

Two years. She had spent two whole years on the move, doing whatever work she could to make a meager living while seeking answers that refused to be found. And all that time and effort amounted to was a little praise and a smile!? Her emotions were such a jumbled mess that she wasn't sure she would ever be able to think straight again.

She was relieved to see her old family one more time.

She was angry at being abandoned like that.

She was happy that the Boss was somehow alive.

She was confused at how that had happened.

“Well, I think that's all the time I can spare today.” ...And frustrated that it didn't seem like he was gonna give her any answers, “As much as I'd like to stick around chit chat we're on a job right now. You know how it is.” With a final nod Boss leapt away from Fie and out of sight.

Was he really leaving her behind again? No. She couldn't allow it to happen. Not again. The young student opened her mouth to call out to the retreating figure-

“Get back here!” It was the bracer Agate who yelled that out before she could. In all honestly Fie had completely forgotten that there were other people in that clearing with her. The looks she was getting from the others were as varied as the stars in the sky, but right now she couldn't be bothered with caring about that. Xeno and Leo still hadn't left yet, so if she moved at her full speed she should be able to catch up and demand some answers-

That train of thought was interrupted by a loud rumbling sound as out from where Boss had vanished it appeared. It being a large purple machine that looked almost exactly like Rean's Divine Knight. Before she could even begin to react to this new surprise she noticed something that stopped her short.

...In its hands was a massive replica of Boss' buster glaive.

T-That meant... B-But why was he in a Divine Knight?! It was one thing after another and the former Zephyr member was at her wits' end. She could only stare in mute confusion as the new machine flew up to the disabled Aion and decapitated it with the power and speed Zemuria's most powerful jaeger was known for. That clearly wasn't enough for Rutger as he proceeded to impale the massive behemoth before obliterating it from the inside and causing it to erupt in a massive explosion. At the last second she belatedly felt Laura grab onto her hand and pull her back to where Altina was waiting with a barrier to protect them all from the blast.

“Fie. Ashen kid. See you next time. And when that time comes I'll see about giving you the answers you deserve. Promise.”

“Later, Fie!”

“You'd best be prepared for next time we meet.”

And with that, Xeno and Leo turned and departed. Boss followed suit in his overwhelmingly fast machine. She knew she couldn't catch up to him, but she could still catch up to her brothers if she-

She couldn't move. In fact that was the point when her legs completely gave way, sending the exhausted girl to her knees. “Fie!”

“I'm fine.” She wasn't, but while she had been warming up to her classmates she still didn't want them to see her like this. She was confused, tired, and in such distress that her body refused to respond to her commands.

Most of all she didn't want them to see the tears pricking at the edge of her eyes.

Fortunately the others were distracted by the departure of the Ouroboros agents and the arrival of the rest of the students and their other instructors, giving her time to partially recover her shield of stoicism. With only half an ear the distressed girl listened as Rean dressed them down for their actions before surprising them by praising the four of them for their teamwork and actions. It was a mixed signal, but what she got from the conversation was that they weren't getting expelled.

A shame, all things considered. Getting her freedom back would have helped a lot in what she needed to do now.

Since they were already there the teachers had no choice but to give them the full details of the tragic tale of Hamel. She was a little too distracted to process the story in the moment, but she did at least notice that Tita seemed especially distressed as she stared at a grave marked with an exceptionally dangerous looking blade.

Everything after that was a complete blur. At some point the now massive procession made its way back to the camp, but she hardly remembered any of it. A few of her classmates and friends tried approaching, but she brusquely waved them off, citing exhaustion as an excuse. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't entirely truthful either.

Fortunately the others seemed to buy it completely. Rean even agreed to let her turn in early for the day to get some extra rest. After a quick meal and a shower the silent girl made her way back to her room.

She would rest, yes, but not at the moment. Right now she needed to plan. She had no idea where Zephyr had gone, but it couldn't be too far.

The sooner she could get after them, the better.

As he stood alone in the darkness Rean couldn't help but think back to what had become a very eventful day. Traveling around with his classmates after over a year felt extremely good. He even got to see a bunch of familiar faces in Elliot's dad, Major Neithardt, and Toval. Plus he was fortunate enough to acquaint himself with a stalwart new ally in the bracer he originally met on the train – Agate.

Those were the highlights.

Everything else had been a little less pleasant. From discovering one of Erebonia's darkest secrets in Hamel to engaging Ouroboros at those same ruins. From watching his irresponsible students disobey his orders and recklessly throw themselves into battle to give his team the edge to fighting the powerful Aion alongside one of said students.

And the greatest mystery of all happened at the very end with the arrival of Zephyr in what appeared to be a Divine Knight of their own. That the pilot just so happened to be a supposedly dead man and the adoptive father of his most emotionally troubled student was the absolute cherry atop the messy day they had gone through. It was that final thing that had him standing outside the Derfflinger when he should have been getting some much needed rest in his room.

He was broken from his thoughts as the door to the train car slid open, causing him to smirk slightly – Right now he was quite glad that all but one of the doors were locked at night. As he waited in the shadows a lone figure stepped out. The girl was wary as her gaze darted to and fro before quietly stepping out of the car.

He stepped out of his hiding spot just as Fie began to relax, causing the Zephyr member to pull back with a start, “What are you doing here?” She hissed warily.

“You're surprisingly predictable for such a stealthy girl.” He allowed himself the brief moment to tease knowing the conversation was about to take a more serious turn.

“...Are you going to try and stop me?” She asked. He didn't fail to notice her hands subtly moving towards her gunblades.

Rean shook his head knowing that the sharp-eyed girl would be able to make it out easily enough despite the low visibility, “Not at all.” Her eyes raised in surprise at that admission, “I've heard some of the story from Instructor Sara, but he was really important to you, wasn't he?”

“Of course! He was everything to me!” He wasn't sure if Fie realized she was shouting. Not exactly the best idea for a stealthy getaway, “He was the one who took me in. He taught me everything I know! He gave me my name!” The girl calmed down slightly, but her gaze was resolute, “...And now he's back and I need to know why.”

“I understand, but-”

“How can you possibly understand!?” Fie spat venomously, “He was my dad and yet he abandoned me before dying. And now he's back...” The fire faded and she looked away sadly, “...I need to know why.”

Despite the situation Rean couldn't help but laugh heartily. As dour as the subject was, he couldn't help but find her words funny in a morbid way. Abandoned by her father only for the man to surprise everyone by returning from the dead? How could he possibly understand indeed?

Naturally Fie thought he must have been laughing at her judging by the glare she sent him, causing the teacher to raise his hands in surrender, “Sorry. It's just... You'd be surprised at just how much I understand.”

Rean coughed, realizing that they were getting a little off-track, “But like I said: If you want to leave I won't stop you. Still, I want you to think your decision through first.”

“I've done enough thinking already.”

“I'm sure you have,” He agreed easily enough, “but I have a feeling you've been thinking with your heart and not your head. You need to calm down and-”

“I am calm!” She snarled out, clearly not calm, “I don't have time to wait around! If I don't leave now they'll get away!”

The young teacher let out a tired sigh, “How long were you searching fruitlessly for Zephyr before coming to Thors?”

“T-That's different!” She argued immediately, “I have a starting point now! I'm sure I can catch up with them now!”

The way Fie glanced away made it obvious to Rean that she believed in her words about as little as he did, “Fine. Let's look at it from a different angle – How quickly did you find them after enrolling at Thors?”

“Huh?”

“One month.” He continued immediately, “It took one month here for you to have more success than all the time you were alone.”

“T-That was just a coincidence!”

He shrugged, “Maybe, but maybe not. You saw what he was piloting, didn't you?”

“...A purple Divine Knight.”

“I can't say for certain, but it does seems that way. And while I have no idea how or why he has one, the simple fact of the matter is he does. I'm not a betting man, but if that truly is a Divine Knight than it seems likely he and I will encounter each other again. He even said as much before leaving, didn't he?”

“...”

It seemed that whatever argument she had been about to use had died on her lips. That was good. Time to seize the initiative and end this with one final push, “Look, I'm not saying you wouldn't have more success on your own, but with a little patience you can guarantee the answers by staying here.”

Fie's hesitance was laid bare as she rubbed her arm nervously, “I don't know...”

“You might try to deny it, but we've all seen how much fun you've been having here. You've found a kindred spirit in Altina. Juna can seemingly get along with anyone, and based on what I saw during that mech battle it seems you've patched things up with Kurt. Plus there are your friends in the Cooking Club. I'm sure you will befriend more students given enough time. And all the instructors are quite fond of you, you know?”

For a long minute there was silence and he could see the internal battle being waged in her head. Eventually a victor was decided as all the tension left her body, “...You're an annoying bastard, you know that?”

“Haha. So I've heard.” Perhaps letting his student call him an 'annoying bastard' wasn't the wisest thing an instructor at a military academy could do, but given how tense the situation was been he was definitely willing to let it slide.

It certainly beat having his student run away in the dead of night.

“You know this is just a temporary thing, right? If... when I see the Boss again I dunno what I'm gonna do. If he wants me to go back to Zephyr...”

“If that's what you want to do then you have my blessing.” Fie glanced at him in surprise, prompting him to elaborate further, “Contrary to what you may believe you weren't sent to Thors as a punishment. Lots of us enroll because we're still lost and seeking a path in life. Should you decide that your purpose is to rejoin Zephyr, then by all means.”

“Fine. I'll stay. For now, at least.” The taciturn student admitted what they both already knew with a heavy frown.

Rean couldn't help but exhale, “Good, because if I wasn't able to convince you I would have been forced to use Plan B.” He was met with a raised eyebrow, “...Plan B was reminding you that while I had no intention of stopping you the same might not be true for Principal Le Guin. I'm not sure she would be so willing to allow a student to leave her school, especially one she has taken an interest in like yourself.”

It was slightly comical watching Fie pale considerably. As fearless as the former jaeger acted even she knew to be completely terrified of the force of nature known as the Golden Rakshasa, “You could have just started with that and spared me the long speech.”

“Perhaps, but I think this was for the best.” He might have continued further had Fie not chosen that moment to yawn loudly, “...Why don't you go get some rest. For real this time.”

“Yeah, yeah...” As much as she grumbled he could tell she agreed with the idea as she turned around and began heading back to the train.

But before she left completely he still had one final card to play, “Oh, and you seem to have forgotten to hand in your reports for the first two days. I'll be expecting them all tomorrow.” ...He might be a teacher concerned for the well-being of his emotionally damaged students, but even he had his limits and this girl had caused him so much trouble. A little revenge was justified, right?

Fie froze in place before once again glancing out towards the trees and shadows in the distance... She wasn't seriously reconsidering, was she? After a second she let out a long shuddering sigh before shuffling back into the train.

Once again alone Rean allowed himself to relax. Was this really what Instructor Sara had to go through when dealing with Machias, Jusis, and all the other times the original Class VII caused trouble for her? If so than that woman was deserving of far more respect than what they had given her at the time. Being a teacher was not easy!

Still, it seemed like the worst was behind him now. After a field study like this he should be free from tiresome student drama for at least a few months... right?

“Yaaaaawn!” Come to find out that going through two days of emotional exhaustion had really taken its toll on the lithe student as even after one of the heaviest nights rest possible she was still dragging her feet the next morning. That both Juna and Altina had managed to wake and leave without her noticing was a testament to just how tired she had been. As much as she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and snooze for a few more minutes – or preferably hours – the girl knew she needed to drag her carcass out of bed.

The feeling of the train beneath her feet was a reminder of the decision Rean had all but forced her to make. That she was still on the Derfflinger surprised even her, and yet there she was.

Still a member of Class VII: Special Operations.

As surprising as that was, Fie couldn't deny that for some reason she found herself feeling a little... happy. The schoolwork was boring, the other students could be a pain, and she was stuck with one of the most annoying instructors in the history of the continent, and yet all of that sounded a lot better than being on her own once again.

Still, she wasn't lying when she told Rean that that decision could change down the line. For now she would simply content herself with the fact that against all odds her old family was back together again. But if their next meeting ended with Boss asking her to rejoin Zephyr...?

That was a decision for future Fie, but present Fie was pretty sure she knew how she would answer.

Luckily for her, right now present Fie merely needed to concern herself with getting through the day. Thank the Goddess the field study was basically finished and they were going back to Leeves in a few hours because she was pretty sure she never wanted to step foot in Sutherland again. Way too much of an emotional ride for the normally laid-back girl.

After sluggishly dressing the student made her way to the food car. Many students were still there munching away, but she didn't see any of her classmates. Instead she made her way to the kitchen where as usual Sandy was hard at work.

“Fie!” Naturally the cheery girl let out a greeting once she spotted her, “Good morning!”

“Morning.” She blearily greeted her friend as she took a seat. What surprised her was to find a large plate of food awaiting her. As she gazed upon the assortment of fruits, eggs, toast, and sausage her stomach let out a terrible sound.

...Apparently during all her time of emotional distress she had forgotten all about eating, and she was paying the price now.

Before she could dig in she sent a questioning look towards the Class IX girl, “I figured you'd be pretty hungry after yesterday.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “I even snuck in a little extra for you.”

While Fie was grateful for the food, she was equally grateful that the Cooking Club member didn't ask about the previous day. Sure curiosity and concern were plainly visible in her eyes, but outside of the occasional glance Sandy was almost entirely focused on cleaning the kitchen space, allowing the famished student to eat in peace.

The idle conversation taking place in the car came to a halt when the door opened and their red-haired instructor stormed in. “Alright boys and girls! This train is leaving in five hours and anything left behind is coming out of your paychecks! So anyone not doing something needs to get their butts outside and begin tearing stuff down!”

Fie glanced at her fellow former jaeger. After that she glanced down at her now empty plate of breakfast – Damn. She really should have paced herself better.

Most of the other students were already shuffling out the door to do what Randy said, but she was not most students. Even if the task itself wasn't all that difficult it still wasn't something she wanted to do. Fortunately for her an excuse to evade manual labor had already come to mind, “Oh, no!” She spoke loudly and very dramatically, “I have to go write my report for Instructor Rean! Guess I can't go help the others.” She shook her head in faux dismay, “What a shame.”

Paperwork wasn't much better, but at least she could do that somewhere private. Her proclamation caused Sandy to giggle. With a wave the silver-haired girl departed in the opposite direction of everyone else as she retreated back to her room to suffer through the misery of written reports.

Turning two of the most physically and emotionally draining days of her life into the blandest report ever was an interesting experience. Was their teacher actually gonna read any of it? He had been there for everything except the short time he ran off with his friends, after all...

Whatever. Mission accomplished. With that task done the gunblade wielder finally stepped forth into the sunlight where everyone was still hard at work. As she glanced about it appeared that must of the cleanup had already been completed.

What a tragedy.

“And where have you been?” Turning to the voice she saw her dear teacher and the rest of Class VII – both old and new – gathered together a short distance away.

With all eyes upon her she let forth a mental shrug before approaching, “You told me I had to do my report today. So I did it.”

Rean looked bemused. Kurt merely rolled his eyes while Altina looked completely disinterested. Juna however had a strange look on her face as the two students stared at one another...

“Haha. Seems like you need to be more careful with what you say, Rean.” Elliot teased with amusement, “That's twice now she's used your own words against you.”

Surprisingly, the black-haired teacher couldn't help but laugh a little, “Guess so. Can't really be angry at you doing what I said, can I?”

“Are you alright?” Surprisingly it was Laura who approached first with the question she had been expecting, “Even from an outsider's perspective it is clear that you have gone through quite the ordeal.”

“...I'm fine.” She really wasn't sure how to respond to such honest concern from a complete stranger.

Even if her words were pretty bland the older woman seemed convinced, “That is good. I regret that I didn't get much chance to see your skills in action. I look forward to our next meeting.” The swordswoman turned her gaze towards Fie's classmates, “That sentiment extends to the rest of you as well, naturally.”

“Yeah!” The famous musician chimed in, “After yesterday I'm convinced that you guys are Class VII through and through. I'm sure we'll get to work together again soon!”

Fie found it funny how Rean kept trying to be a strict and professional teacher while his former classmates undermined his intentions at every turn. The original Class VII was definitely nothing like how rumors portrayed it as, although in hindsight that made a lot of sense considering Sara had been their teacher.

The two seniors continued to converse with the students for a few more minutes until Major Michael's announcement that the train was gonna depart caused the conversation to end. A distance away Fie witnessed Tita slump down in disappointment as the warning meant her time with the red-haired bracer was at an end.

Fie grinned. Definitely some future teasing material there.

As she got back on the Derfflinger she couldn't help but reflect back on these past few days. Despite the emotional turmoil, physical pain, and mental stress she couldn't help but feel that something good had happened. She just didn't know what it was.

Such deep thinking wasn't her thing, after all. Instead she was more focused on the immediate future. Such as trying to figure out a way to avoid unpacking duties once they got back to Leeves that evening. Perhaps if she-

“Oh, Fie.” She was approached by her teacher. The man had a smile on his face, but unlike his usual kind grins this one felt off. It kinda felt evil, “The other instructors and I will be reporting to the principal as soon as we return. Given that you're well rested and all I nominated you to be placed in charge of unloading the train. I trust you can handle it?”

Wait. He wasn't serious, was he? She stared blankly, waiting for the hero to rescind that crazy order, but no such words came. From afar she heard snickering – he had said it loud enough for many other students to hear. Horror dawned as painful realization began to set in.

That absolute bastard.

Even as most of the other students began trudging up the steps to their rooms Fie hesitated. It wasn't as if she wasn't tired – right now she wanted to do nothing more than to collapse in her own bed for a week or two – but there was something that she wanted to do first. It promised to exhaust her even more than she already was, but she had a new goal now and it was time to begin working towards it.

Leo had said it as they parted. Fie would meet up with Zephyr again and if she wanted to get the answers she so desperately needed she would need to be ready. Boss and the others might be more laid back compared to other jaegers, but nothing ever came free in that business.

It was time to up her training.

But while the training room inside the dorm was a pretty spacious one, the fact that it was the only one meant it was usually occupied. And as she approached the room she was entirely unsurprised to see the current occupant was her classmate.

The former jaeger stood there silently as Kurt continued his training, completely oblivious to the spectator. While she had watched him fight in the past, this time she actually focused on his movement, his footwork, his swings, and everything else. After a few minutes she noticed something and decided to bring it to the swordsman's attention.

“Hmm.” The way Kurt abruptly halted his training made it clear to her that he hadn't noticed her presence until she made the noise. Clearly his situational awareness needed work, but at the same time she would have been ashamed of herself if she couldn't sneak up on a single distracted student.

After the initial jump of surprise Kurt settled down once he realized who was standing there, “Ah. Sorry, Fie. I didn't notice you were there. Were you looking to use this room too?”

“Eventually.” She was quick to wave off his question, “I actually think I spotted your biggest flaw while watching you.”

Her declaration caused him to raise an eye in interest, “Oh? And what might that be?”

“You think too much.”

“...Huh?”

She almost laughed at his dumbfounded expression. Instead she settled for an amused grin before elaborating to the confused Vander, “I'm no sword weirdo, but to me it looks like you're always trying to take the right stance and use the right move in every situation.”

“...And that is a problem?” He definitely did not look convinced. Understandable, really.

“Yup. It's a problem cause you're trying too hard to use the right move. When you're trying to be fast you don't have time to stand around and think. By the time you've come up with the right action the moment has passed and any opening you've created is gone. Better to just rely on your instincts and act, even if it isn't the perfect move for the situation.”

He tilted his head as he considered her words, “I... suppose that makes some level of sense. What would you suggest?”

Instead of answering verbally the former jaeger made her intent clear as she drew her gunblades, “I'm gonna come at you with everything I've got. You just need to not die.” She wouldn't be shooting at him quite yet, but at full speed there would be no time for her classmate to consider his moves if he wanted to fend her off. She earned that Sylphid moniker for a reason, after all.

“I see.” Kurt smiled as he assumed a ready stance, “In that case, I accept your offer!”

“You might regret that. I was taught to never hold back. If you slip up even a little I could hurt you.”

Despite the words the noble swordsman let out a laugh, “Sorry, but if you think a warning like that will deter me you are sadly mistaken. Clearly you've never met my father.” She hadn't, of course, but that was a story for another time. For now she could content herself with the fact that he had accepted the challenge.

Even as the first clash of steel reverberated through the student dorm Fie couldn't help but feel that things had turned out well between them. Despite their differences it was clear that both she and Kurt needed strength to prove themselves to others, and this was the best way for both of them. She would get stronger, even if she had to beat up her new friend in the process. It was the only way she would get strong enough to confront Boss and the others when the time came.

The clashing of blades would ring well into the night.

Chapter Text

“Good job everybody.” Rean praised the four tired students at the end of the school day, “Have fun with your club activities and I'll see you all later. Altina?”

“Understood.” The youngest of the group affirmed before standing, “Stand. Bow.”

Fie found proper classroom decorum to be annoying, but any warrior worth their salt knew how to pick and choose their battles. Reluctantly she followed the lead of the others as they watched their homeroom teacher depart.

If the students of the Branch Campus thought there would be any reprieve after their adventures in Sutherland they were sadly mistaken. Classes had resumed the day after their return. Three days after that and Fie was certain that not only had they resumed, but that their teachers were feeding them crap that was even more useless then the month before.

Outside of that things had been the same. Wake up at a stupidly early hour. Sit through a bunch of classes that threatened to put her back to sleep. Go do club activities with the Cooking Club. Hang out with her classmates. Sleep.

There was one major difference in the classroom dynamic since returning, however. “I need to meet up with Jessica and Louise.” Juna announced before standing and making her exit in a rush, looking everywhere except in the direction of the former jaeger.

“I get the feeling that she's wary of you...” Actually, there were two major differences as Kurt gazed between her and the door their classmate had exited thoughtfully.

“That's pretty funny coming from you.” She couldn't deny his words, but the fact it was Kurt of all people saying them was pretty ironic.

Their final classmate tilted her head in thought, “I've noticed she's been acting strangely in the dorms, too. I first noticed it during our final day in Sutherland. I can only assume it is related to the revelations in Hamel.”

“That Fie was once a jaeger?”

The girl in question let out a tired sigh, “It makes sense, I guess. I heard the Red Constellation made a mess out of Crossbell a couple years back. I'd be wary of me too.” At least she was only wary and not outright hostile.

“I had been led to believe that all of the drama would have ended once you befriended Kurt.” Although Altina's expression changed little the telltale sign of annoyance was present.

“Ahaha...” The swordsman wilted a little under her flat stare, “I'm sorry?” He continued to shrink until a barely mollified bunny finally turned her gaze away. Recovering, Kurt brought his gaze back to Fie, “Are you going to let this play out on it's own? I am sure that Juna will eventually-”

“Nah.” Fie was quick to cut him off, “I learned my lesson dealing with you. I already have an idea in mind, actually. Gonna need you guys to help pull it off, though.”

Both Kurt and Altina leaned in with interest as the silver-haired girl explained her plan.

Fie found herself tapping her foot nervously as she sat at one of the couches in the dorm lobby late that evening. The others would be arriving soon, but that only led to her feeling an anxiety she couldn't ever remember feeling before. This was her idea, and yet as the time drew near she couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach. Was she even ready for this?

Fortunately the room was deserted with most of the other students having gone to their rooms for the night. The upcoming conversation wasn't one she was willing to have with random people at the moment. Just her closest friends was already a daunting enough prospect as is.

Footsteps alerted Fie to the first arrivals. The mop of blonde informed the girl that her engineer friend was first, but right behind her was their other club member Sandy. As soon as they noticed her sitting there they approached, “What is it you wanted to talk about?” A concerned Tita asked as the two took their seats opposite her.

Silver hair flew about as she shook her head, “The others will be here soon. I'll tell you then.” Tita and Sandy were confused, but mollified. The former jaeger was grateful for the ensuing silence as it gave her time to gather her thoughts for the upcoming conversation.

“What's going on? Where are we going?” A silence that ended soon enough as the sound of her Crossbellian classmate reached her ears.

“It will all be clear soon enough.” The calmer voice of Kurt rang out in reply.

The first member of Class VII down the stairs was Altina, who gave a nod once she spotted her fellow quiet classmate, “Mission accomplished.”

The mission being to convince Juna to follow them. Had Fie asked her pink-haired roommate herself she wasn't sure Juna would have complied, but having Altina and Kurt do so instead seemed to have worked like a charm. Of course not telling the girl their intent served to irritate her, but that was a price that Fie was more than willing to pay.

Just behind Altina came Juna and Kurt. While the latter approached wordlessly the former let out a sigh as realization dawned, but quickly followed suit, “I take it that whatever this is was your idea?”

“Mmm.” Fie agreed with a nod, “You guys all probably have the gist of it already, but after everything that happened in Sutherland I thought I should talk to you all. Clear the air and all that.”

The gunblade wielder frowned as she noticed her hands were shaking a little bit as she spoke. That she could feel so nervous about having this conversation to a bunch of people she only met a month ago was a testament to just how comfortable she had gotten here. These people had somehow become the closest things to friends the former jaeger possessed, and while she had little doubt they would be receptive to her words given how soft they were it was still a daunting prospect.

Still, there was no backing out now that she was this far in. Taking a second to compose herself Fie glanced around at the five individuals situated on the couches around her.

There was Sandy and Tita. Two students from a different class who had accepted her into their club and befriended her despite knowing absolutely nothing about her. The last few days they had been hard at work teaching the less experienced girl how to cook something beyond a simple field ration.

Across from Tita was Juna. The girl was loud, brash, reckless, and carrying a chip on her shoulder the size of Erebonia itself. Despite that she had a refreshingly bright no-nonsense attitude and had proven herself to be a reliable teammate capable of motivating her and the others into doing loud, brash, and reckless things.

Beside her was Kurt. It was odd to think that he had been hostile towards her for most of their stay at Thors, and yet despite that - or perhaps because of it? - Fie found herself appreciating the Vander quite a bit. Despite their vastly different upbringings they both had a fervent need to prove their strength, both to themselves and to others. Things she never would have imagined thinking a week ago.

Finally there was Altina. Despite being the one whom Fie had shared the least amount of words with she considered the intelligence agent to be a kindred spirit. She couldn't help but want to be close with her fellow quiet snarky girl. While Fie obviously knew of the circumstances that caused herself to become so quiet and guarded, the tiny girl was still a mystery to her. A mystery that she was quite interested in solving at some point.

Somehow these five individuals had managed to slip past the guard she had erected for herself. She wasn't sure if it was because they had been there during her lowest points or if it was a simple inevitably after living together for a month, but it had happened.

They had become her friends.

With five expectant pairs of eyes upon her Fie had to swallow nervously. This was a lot harder than she had expected. Still, just sitting here awkwardly under their gaze was just as painful to the girl who usually preferred being in the shadows.

She forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat before continuing, “...I want to tell you guys about me.”

The reactions were varied but noticeable. Tita sat up straight before giving a nod of assent. Beside her Sandy merely smiled warmly. Altina – despite probably already knowing everything – tilted her head, interest plainly visible despite her stoic expression.

“I think I speak for all of us when I say that would be quite appreciated.” Kurt spoke up before turning his attention to the girl seated beside him, “Isn't that right, Juna?”

“Uh, yeah.” The pinkette had wide eyes as she stared at Fie. “I want to... No. I need to know more about you.”

The former jaeger nodded her head, “Good, 'cause you're the main reason I'm doing this now.” Juna flushed slightly at the tease.

Sadly that moment of levity ended all too quickly and Fie knew it was time to begin, “My earliest memories are of a battlefield. I dunno where. Dunno when it was or why I was there either. All I know is that I was there. Just a lost single girl trying to survive in one of the most hostile places in Zemuria.”

Those early memories were so vague that Fie would have thought she had made it up, but there was one thing that stuck with her to this day that ensured her memories were true: The smell. Acrid smoke. The blood of the dead and dying. The stench of decay and death. Even if she could no longer remember her family or her home she would never forget the smell of the battlefield.

“Eventually I was found by a group of jaegers who had been fighting there. Surprisingly they decided to take me with them. They were Zephyr, one of the most elite jaeger corps on the continent That was when I met... him.”

Despite herself she couldn't help but adopt a fond smile, “He was known as the Jaeger King. The leader of Zephyr and one of the most feared warriors around. But to me he was the closest thing I can remember to a father. Even my name came from him – Rutger Claussell.”

“At first I helped out with some of the camp chores. I think I was something of a mascot to the others. But one can't remain a jaeger for long without knowing how to fight. Boss was reluctant, but the others started teaching me how to fight. He eventually allowed me to officially join the unit and even gave me my gunblades 'cause I was quick and stealthy.”

Fie hummed to herself, “I think I was ten when I fought my first real battle?” She wasn't surprised to see a few of her listeners shift uncomfortably at that revelation. She merely shrugged in response. She might have been young, but fighting alongside her family made her happy. It definitely beat sitting around at camp waiting to see who would come back.

“For the next few years I fought as a member of Zephyr. It wasn't always easy and there were plenty of times when I was sure I would die, but somehow I always made it through. Pretty sure the Boss, Xeno, and Leo were keeping an eye on me during those days to make sure I didn't get in over my head. I even earned myself a nickname like a lot of jaegers do – Sylphid.

Those days weren't easy, but I was happy. Zephyr was the closest thing I had ever had to a family, so I didn't mind. Even with the possibility of death hanging over my head I was young and naive and always thought things would continue like that forever. That was until that day two years ago came...” She all but spat out those last words.

Fie needed a second to recompose herself as her thoughts drifted to those horrid final days, “There was one other jaeger corps powerful enough to rival Zephyr - The Red Constellation. Shirley's group. Their leader was Baldur Orlando, also known as the War God.” She noticed a few eyes narrow at the name and decided to answer the unspoken question, “Yup. That was Randy's dad.”

She felt a little bad giving away his family info like that, but the guy seemed to freely talk about his cousin so it was probably alright.

“He and the Boss were old rivals and so they decided to settle things with one final duel between legends. For three days and three nights the two fought with everything they had while the rest of us could only watch on.” She let out a small laugh that in no way fit the situation, “I remember Shirley wandering into our camp while following a stray cat. We ended up spending a day together watching the fight while playing with the kitten.”

Fie couldn't help but think back on that stray kitten. With everything that had happened after, the fate of the feline had slipped her mind completely. Did that little furball manage to get back to her old family. Or maybe she kept running and eventually found a new home in the end?

“When the battle was over both the Boss and the War God were dead-” Given recent events Fie paused to clarify, “They were definitely dead. We all confirmed it. Nobody can fake injuries like that.”

And yet for some reason that same corpse had just been walking around in the Sutherland province chatting with her like absolutely nothing had happened. Even if she was starting to sort out her feelings on the matter the complete and utter impossibility of that event still defied belief.

“After that the Zephyr I knew and love suddenly disbanded. Everyone left and suddenly I was all alone again. At the time I had no idea why they did it.” Thanks to their recent conversation she now did. She definitely didn't agree with his decision, but it was the kind of crazy idea Boss would come up with. He had never been fully onboard with her being a jaeger in the first place, after all.

“With nothing else to do I eventually started taking up mercenary work. It wasn't easy, but with war brewing and the Bracer Guild basically out of action people were willing to hire a lone fifteen year old girl to do their work. I would do anything, from monster exterminations to espionage. Once the war started I was even busier as there was always demand for someone willing to go against the Noble Alliance forces occupying the cities.

She let out a tired sigh, “But the war ended so suddenly, leaving me in the dust again.” One day business had been booming as the alliance was on the verge of victory, only for much of eastern Erebonia to be liberated almost overnight. She remembered hearing rumors of an Ashen Knight driving back the nobles on all fronts.

...Wait. Did that mean she should be blaming Rean for the loss of business?

Shaking her head of those random thoughts the silver-haired girl continued to her captivated audience, “With the Imperial Army in resurgence work dried up quickly. Not even the wars in Crossbell or North Ambria made much of a difference as they happened so quickly.” She and everyone else tactfully ignored Juna's frustrated growl, “Peace is good for most people, but for a lone mercenary with no other skills to speak of? It sucked.”

“Outside of a few odd jobs for desperate nobles trying to hide the skeletons in their closets before the government cracked down on them I was out of work. I did whatever I could to survive. Occasionally I was even forced to resort to petty theft and banditry.” She grimaced at that. While she might not have the morals of most people she still had her pride. A jaeger of Zephyr should never be forced to stoop to such desperate measures.

“It was one of those thefts that led to me arriving here. I had been hanging out in the Kreuzen Province when I heard about a shipment of surplus gear and supplies the provincial army was getting rid of thanks to the forced downsizing of the provincial armies. Stuff that I needed really bad.” Fie let out a bitter laugh, “It sounded too good to be true, but I was desperate enough to bite.

Sure enough, it ended up being a trap. I dunno if they were targeting me specifically or not, but the lightly guarded convoy I was raiding turned out to be a trap. Next thing I knew I was under arrest and locked away inside Bareahard.”

As her tale drew to a close the young girl slumped into her seat, “Thought I was gonna be locked away for a long time, but in came Sara Valestein – A bracer and the instructor of the original Class VII – who offered me a spot here instead. Given that I'm sitting here you can probably figure out how my story ended.”

Reciting her story had been surprisingly exhausting, so Fie relished finally being finished. The girl glanced around looking for the reactions to her past.... Hopefully they would come soon cause the silence was starting to get awkward.

“Pfft!” The one reaction she hadn't been expecting was light giggling, and especially not from Altina of all people. And yet that was what finally broke the silence, “Millium caught you.”

“...Huh?” What the heck did Altina mean by that?

Thankfully the tiny girl decided to clarify after a moment spent reigning in her little outburst, “Millium often works with the acting Duke Albarea on provincial matters. A large and excessively wasteful operation like the one you described to flush out a single thief is just the sort of thing she would come up with.”

“...” Fie was at a loss. Sure she had been a little desperate and was more prone to making rash decisions at the time, but there was absolutely no way the feared Sylphid could have been caught by an excitable gremlin like that.

...Right?

The storyteller let out an awkward cough, “...Let's just ignore that part for now.”

Finally it was Kurt who took the lead, “Thank you for sharing your story with us. While I had already pieced together some of it I must admit I wasn't expecting something so... dramatic. How can a dead man now be...?” The young Vander trailed off into quiet contemplation.

“I agree with Kurt.” Tita chimed in, “I actually know someone who also had an even more troubled past, but she was able to overcome it thanks to good friends. So you're gonna be stuck with us whether you like it or not!” The determined look on her face was offset by the wide smile she was sporting.

...And just what kind of troubled past could this friend of hers have had, anyways?

“Yeah! During the war a bunch of jaegers take over Alster and held us hostage. I remember being really scared at the time. But you're nothing like those guys! You're a really nice person! You're my club mate and my friend!” Fie shouldn't have been surprised at just how warm and friendly Sandy continued to be. She was starting to think that was the only setting the girl had.

Unlike the others who had been more vocal with their support, Altina kept her answer relatively muted, “I was already well aware of your prior history, but I still appreciate hearing it from you.” The quiet girl paused before furrowing her brow in thought, “...The way you talk about the Zephyr jaeger corps... They were more than just an employer to you, weren't they?”

“Yup. You don't spend that much time around people without growing close to them. They were basically my family.”

“Family...” Altina looked towards Juna and Kurt before furrowing her eyes in thought as she glanced back towards Fie, “...I think I am beginning to understand.”

Seemingly realizing that she was the last one, Juna let out a deep sigh, “I'm really sorry. I thought I was getting better at not lumping everyone together cause of their background, but when I realized you were a jaeger I-”

“Naw. I get it. I heard what the Red Constellation did to Crossbell. That must have sucked for you.”

“You don't know the half of it...” Juna grumbled sadly, “I remember being stuck at the academy when news came that the city was under attack. They wouldn't let us cadets leave during the battle so all I could do was sit there and pray my family was alright. It was awful.”

“The Red Constellation is a special breed of messed up.” Fie agreed before looking away awkwardly, “Still, while Zephyr never did anything like that when I was there I can't say we wouldn't have if the contract demanded it. Luckily with our reputation we had no shortage of work and Boss was always good at steering us away from the more distasteful jobs.”

The former jaeger looked away from her pink-haired roommate to the others in the room, “Gotta say. While it sucked having you mistrust me like that I kinda feel like you're the only one with any sense in this room. The rest of you guys should have been a little more wary about me, you know?”

“Sorry, but it's hard to be afraid of someone as lazy and antisocial as you.”

“I think I have spent far too much time being wary of you as is.”

“Your irreverence towards Instructor Rean and the rest of the staff is funny.”

“You were a big help in the kitchen! It's hard to believe you could have been a bad person.”

“Like I said, I'm already friends with someone who has done a lot worse. Maybe it's just my fate to befriend people with troubled pasts?”

As Fie worked to parse the words each of her friends said only one conclusion came to mind, “Wow... You guys really suck.” Her harsh words had little effect as one by one each of the others – save for Altina who contented herself with a tiny smirk - began laughing. Inevitably Fie found herself joining in.

This, she decided at last, was kinda nice.

After a minute everyone recomposed themselves, “Still...” Juna muttered in confusion, “That man was your dead dad, right?” Fie nodded in response, “I don't get it. I know the society can do some weird stuff, but didn't it sound like he was against them when he appeared?”

“That was my thought as well.” Kurt agreed with eyes narrow in thought, “The only plausible answer is that there is another faction in play behind the scenes. One capable of somehow bringing back the dead.”

“And procuring a Divine Knight for him.” Altina added helpfully.

“Gah!” Juna's outburst drew all eyes to the loud girl, “This crap is too confusing! All I know is that you're my friend and that guy has a lot of nerve leaving you like that! If you need my help to get answers out of him then you've got it!”

Fie blinked in amusement, “You're saying you want to pick a fight with the strongest jaeger on the continent? One who now has a Divine Knight?”

“Ehehe...” The boisterous girl wilted a little at having her declaration scrutinized like that, “I mean it doesn't have to be a fight, right? Maybe if I taught you how to play Vantage Masters you could beat him in that instead, yeah?”

“I don't think you are going to get any information from a guy called the Jaeger King by challenging him to a card game...” Kurt commented dryly.

The others all nodded at that. Fie however wasn't quite so sure. Boss could be pretty whimsical when he wasn't on a mission. A card game didn't seem all that far-fetched...

Of course she didn't say that out loud. Watching Juna burn bright red from being called out by the others was more than worth her silence.

After a minute the silver-haired girl let out a yawn as it seemed all the accumulated stress and tension from worrying about this meeting had finally taken its toll on her, “Sure. I'll take you up on your offer, but not tonight. I think I'm gonna turn in early today.”

Her declaration caused an end to the gathering and one by one her friends stood up and began to leave to wherever they were going. As she watched them go she couldn't quite keep the smile from her face. They truly were her friends.

With a light step the Class VII student made her way up the stairs towards one of the best nights sleep she could remember having in quite some time.

“Well I'll be damned.” Randy muttered from his position as he watched the gaggle of students disperse and head their own separate ways, “Didn't think Selfie would open up like that, and I especially wasn't expecting Junie to accept her so quickly.”

“Heehee.. They're good kids, aren't they?” He wasn't alone in his hiding spot as both his fellow coworkers were there with him. The only reason Sylphid didn't sense them must have been cause she was too focused on spilling her sordid tale to the others.

“That they are.” A smiling Schwarzer agreed with Towee.

Still, as wholesome as the scene had been, Randy couldn't help but worry about the same events the kids had witnessed. Jaeger King was somehow back from the dead. He had seen some spooky stuff in the past but that really ranked up there.

...Although it might be because he was mentally freaking out over the possibility of his old man also coming back from the grave. That was a truly terrifying thought. He already had enough to deal with thanks to his uncle and cousin!

“Ah, well. Can't worry about that now.” He didn't realize he had said his thoughts aloud until he noticed his two coworkers glancing at him curiously. Well this was awkward. Good thing he was all but immune to shame, “Just talking to myself. Don't worry 'bout it.” That was enough to mollify the two.

With the others now looking away Randy took a moment to consider his two coworkers. Or more specifically, Schwarzer. To say the man was nothing like what he had expected would be a serious understatement.

In a way Randy wasn't all that different from Juna. He had allowed his opinion of his fellow teacher to be swayed by outside stories. The tales of Erebonia's 'hero' playing a significant role in the occupation of his Crossbell had certainly earned him no favors, but more importantly was the news that the Ashen Chevalier had tangled with his partner and Rixia in the Geofront a year back.

...It was probably a good thing Juna didn't know about that nugget of info.

Given everything he knew about the hero he supposed it was almost inevitable that he would allow a barrier – damn you Lloyd! - to form between them. Definitely not as extreme as Juna or some of the other non-Erebonian students, but one that was definitely there. And given that Schwarzer knew all about the SSS and their exploits he was sure it went both ways.

And yet for all that the guy had been doing a bang-up job so far with Juna and Sylphid. Despite how much Randy didn't want this job he couldn't help but worry about the two girls and so far it seemed those worries weren't needed. Sylphid was already starting to come out of her shell and he didn't think he had to worry about her becoming another Shirley anytime soon. Juna too was starting to get more comfortable with her Erebonian classmates even if it was clear she still held some beef against the Ashen Chevalier himself.

“I'm headed to Barney's for a drink and a snack. Wanna come with?” There was no better way to break the ice in Randy's book than to do it over drinks!

“Huh?” Schwarzer muttered in confusion, “I-I'm not sure that's a good idea. There are classes tomorrow...”

Haha. He totally was like Lloyd, wasn't he. Such a dutiful guy. Still, Randy wasn't one to be deterred, “It's fine. Just a drink or two won't hurt, right? Pretty sure you're old enough, yeah?”

“I... uh...”

“I think that's a wonderful idea!” Towa chimed brightly, “You two should go have some fun together. I know the Principal won't mind.”

The former jaeger blinked in confusion, “You do know that you're invited too, right Towee?”

“M-Me? I-I don't know about... Towee!?”

He couldn't help but elbow Schwarzer lightly, “C'mon. You can't tell me that you don't want to see a drunk Towee too?”

“...I kinda do.” It seemed that Schwarzer didn't notice he had gone from 'drink or two' to 'drunk Towee'. Perfect.

“H-Hey! I'm not so sure about this!”

“Overruled. Sorry.” Technically Schwarzer hadn't agreed, but he was so caught in his thoughts of a drunk Towa that neither had he disagreed either. Randy saw that as a win in his books.

The tiny teacher tried to look stern. She just looked adorable, “A-Alright, fine. But if something bad happens I'm putting all the responsibility on you, Randolph!”

He winced. Not because of her threat, but because of the name used. They were co-workers now. That was practically like being friends. He would need to use tonight to get them to start calling him Randy. And in turn he probably needed to stop using Schwarzer.

Happily, he would end up being successful on both fronts. And he got to see a drunken Towee to boot! It was a good night for the Red Reaper.

Chapter Text

Sandy couldn't contain the giggle in her throat as she observed the sight before her. Someone might think that after the ordeals of the previous week her friend would have started acting a little differently. But anyone who thought that probably didn't know Fie Claussell like she did.

The girl was sound asleep under her favorite tree in the school's courtyard.

The Alster native found the sight to be quite adorable. Still, she was here with a goal and not even the snoozing girl would deter her from it. Pausing, she glanced down at the myriad tools in her hands.

...Fie's presence wouldn't stop her, but she could at least make sure her work was done a little quieter than usual.

Silently, the girl got to work. First she identified a plot of land suitable for her purposes. This was easy as she had already set aside a couple rows for her other seeds, so it was a simple matter of cordoning off a section of one of those rows for her current use.

After that came the tilling. The ground was nice and soft now so this step ended up being a lot easier than it had previously. Despite the need for quiet Sandy couldn't help but hum a cheerful little tune as she worked.

A few other students stared curiously as they walked past. She responded with a smile and a wave. Fortunately none of them were curious enough to investigate closer. While she was always more than happy to chat with her friends right now she was hoping to get this done quickly lest she disturb-

“What are you doing?”

“Oh! I'm sorry, Fie. Did I wake you?”

The girl shook her head before standing and stretching, “Nah. You're good.” Once finished stretching the lithe girl approached with bleary eyes, “Planting something new?”

“Yup! Instructor Rean found some strawberry seeds last week during our trip and was kind enough to give them to me.”

“When did he do that?” Sandy heard her friend mutter to herself quietly with eyes narrowed in thought. The silver-haired girl eventually shook her head, probably deciding it wasn't important, “Strawberries, huh? Sounds good.”

The redhead bobbed her head excitedly, “Yeah! Strawberries are at their best when they're still completely fresh! They lose so much flavor when they start to dry out, and...” Realizing she was starting to ramble the girl blushed a little before recomposing herself, “Are you going back to sleep...? I don't mind waking you when I'm finished.”

“Nah. I'm all napped out for now.” The silver-haired girl looked around for a bit before letting her gaze settle on the bag of seeds, “Want some help with that? Dunno much about gardening, but...”

Sandy grinned happily. She might have been a scary jaeger in the past, but the only Fie she knew was an extremely kind girl that tried to hide her warmth under a mask of indifference. She was someone that the Class IX girl was proud to call a friend, “Sure! It's actually really easy. First you-”

Juna was confused.

Even if it had only been a couple minutes since Jessica and Louise had gone to the supply shed to gather their equipment, the fact that neither girl had returned was weird. They used the place practically every day! There was no reason why it should take them that long to get their rackets and other stuff, right?

With a sigh the Crossbellian elected to follow after them. That they were even having tennis club activities that day was a miracle in itself as it had been raining pretty heavily that morning, causing them to decide that practice would be canceled, a decision that was only reversed at the final minute once the sun made a miraculous return.

Reaching the shed she saw her two friends standing at the door staring at something inside. Whatever it was she couldn't see through their bodies, “Um, guys?”

“Oh, Juna!” Louise yelled in a loud whisper, “Thank Aidios you're here! You should be able to solve this, right?”

“...Huh?” She could only watch in confusion as her bespectacled friend stepped aside, revealing the cause of their issues, “Oh...”

Why was Fie sound asleep atop a pile of equipment?

“I think she's been there the entire time?” Jessica chimed in with confusion present on her face. It made sense considering her club mates didn't know about the quiet girl's penchant for napping like Juna did. Hell, even with that knowledge she still found the situation quite weird! “Given that she is your classmate we think it would be best if you were to resolve this.” With a shared look both she and Louise retreated from the shed.

...Geez. Why was she getting the feeling that her friends were using her association with Fie as a convenient excuse to put this responsibility on her shoulders alone?

With a heavy sigh the pinkette approached the sleeping girl. She had no idea what to do in this situation, but she was a firm believer in acting first and thinking later. Right now the most important thing was waking Fie up.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

Her attempted fourth poke was put on hold when her hand was grabbed by the now awake student. Now awake lime eyes glared up at her, “Stop that!” Fie grumbled bitterly.

“Stop sleeping on my racket!” She countered hotly, “What are you even doing in here anyways?”

“...What are you doing here?”” Fie retorted, “Decided to check this place out once I heard your club was canceled today.”

Juna groaned tiredly. How could she possibly have ever considered this girl to be dangerous? Maybe her sanity was in danger? “Well our club was uncanceled. So go away and let us play in peace!”

Fie let out a shrug, “Or you could just grab your stuff and let me sleep in-”

“Shoo!” Not wanting the lazy girl to get any funny ideas Juna began shoving her towards the door. Fie glared back her way, but didn't protest the action, leading to her successfully evicting the silver-haired pain in the ass from the building.

With her success she called her club mates back – They were already delayed enough thanks to Fie, best if all of them worked together to grab everything they needed. But even after they finished working and began to practice a question asked by Louise stuck in her mind:

“I don't get it. I know we lock the door every night, so how could she get in there?”

Altina Orion would readily admit that she had experienced many strange and unique things since she was tasked with becoming a student at Thors Military Academy. Some of it the intelligence agent felt she was beginning to understand, but there were other concepts that still eluded the girl entirely. Things that seemed completely illogical and nonsensical that defied what little understanding she possessed.

Coming across her classmate sound asleep on the roof of the school was one such occurrence.

As one of Fie's roommates she was quite aware of the fact that her classmate liked to sleep. But she was also well aware of the fact that the girl got plenty of it most nights, with the previous one being no exception. And most importantly, Altina was acutely aware at how comfortable their beds were, at least in comparison to sleeping on a hard surface like the roof.

So why was doing it?

Altina was torn. On one hand she understood that waking up her classmate would be considered inappropriate, especially considering how soundly Fie appeared to be sleeping. She recalled Juna once mentioning a similar action as being a 'jerk move'. She did not consider herself to be a jerk.

But at the same time she sought understanding as to why the scene in front of her was happening.

“You gonna keep staring or what?”

The agent known as Black Rabbit blinked, “I was unaware that you were awake.”

“Hard not to be when someone is staring at me so intently.” Although Fie didn't rise from her spot the girl did stretch her body in a movement that was oddly reminiscent of a cat.

“My apologies.” Although she didn't let it show in her expression, Altina truly was sorry for what had happened, “I had no intention of interrupting your rest, but I was curious as to why you were sleeping on the roof of all places.”

Her classmate let out a shrug, which appeared odd as she was still lying down, “It's comfy?”

“It is... comfortable? But wouldn't your bed in the dorms be more comfortable?”

“Hmm...” Fie pondered her words for a second, “It's different. Yeah the bed is nice too, but this is different. You can't really enjoy the sun in our room.”

“The sun?” Altina turned her gaze to the warm ball in the sky. She then proceeded to blink after gazing directly into the light. Not her most intelligent move.

Fie giggled, causing Altina to heat up in a way she failed to understand, “Yup. The sun. Now that it's getting warmer out the feel of the sun on your body while snoozing is really nice.”

Altina remained skeptical. Fie must have noticed as she scooted to the side slightly before patting her previous location, “Why not try it out for yourself?”

She gazed disinterestedly at the spot offered, but after practicing hard at swimming yesterday Leonora had told her to rest up for today...

Although still skeptical it seemed her body was moving of its own volition. Before she realized what she was doing she found herself laying alongside Fie. Her classmate only grinned before snuggling close and almost immediately drifting back into sleep. This was entirely too awkward for the girl, but she could at least humor her companion for a minute or two before leaving...

That was her last thought before unconsciousness claimed her.

Towa hadn't actually expected to find much when she did her evening patrol of the school before returning back to the dorms in the evening, but the sight she discovered on the roof was enough to give the diminutive instructor pause. She thought she had been prepared for all the different scenarios that being a teacher would present her with, but the one in front of her had her at a loss.

As a responsible adult it was her responsibility to wake the two students peacefully sleeping together. This much she knew without a shadow of a doubt. And yet despite that the teacher found herself hesitating. There was one major reason for that:

Fie and Altina sleeping together like that was just too cute!

Perhaps her time spent with Angie had affected her more than she cared to admit, but right now it was taking every curim of restraint she possessed to not squeal at the sight before her. They were just so adorable together! A-At the very least there was little harm in snapping a picture with her ARCUS to remember the moment by... right?

...The only reason she hadn't yet done so was because the voice in her head telling her to do it sounded oddly like Rex, someone that had caused her no amount of headaches during her time as a student.

Either way, she was at an impasse. Should she do the responsible thing and wake the two, or should she allow them their moment together? Both options had their merits, but both had considerable downsides as well. Maybe she should do another patrol of the school and come back later? Or maybe she should inform Rean and let him take care of-

“You gonna keep staring or what?”

“O-Oh. I'm sorry. Did I wake you?”

“Kinda hard to keep sleeping when someone is staring at me so intently.” Fie paused before glancing down at the still slumbering Altina and smiling, “Huh. Deja vu, I guess.”

Towa wasn't sure what to make of that last part, so she chose to ignore it, “It's getting late. You two should probably get going.”

Fie glanced up at the sky before frowning, “Yeah. Guess so.” The younger girl gently shook her companion, causing Altina to begin to stir, “You're welcome to join us next time if you want.”

“Bwuh?!” Not the most elegant word out of Towa's mouth, but she was too confused to care, “I can't do that! I'm far too busy to be taking naps during the day! Plus, I'm a teacher and you're students!”

“Yeah, exactly. You're always running around doing stuff all day long. Just watching you is enough to wear me out. I bet a nap would do you lots of good. I bet Rean and Randy say the same thing.”

They had, but Towa wasn't going to admit that to a student, “Yes, well. I still don't believe it would be appropriate. And why were you taking a nap on the roof in the first place?”

“It was comfortable.” Altina answered as she slowly got to her feet, with her classmate following suit after, “The feeling of the sun on your body while you sleep is quite enjoyable.” Towa noticed Fie give a victory sign with her fingers, but didn't understand why.

“I... see?” Towa wasn't sure she did, but they definitely looked peaceful while sleeping together. Maybe they had a point. Perhaps she should try it out some day?

The way Fie grinned widely made the young teacher think the student was reading her thoughts. Still, it didn't matter how comfy they looked because there was absolutely no way she would be taking a nap with them!

Tita held her breath as she worked to connect the interior wiring. The hardest part of being an engineer was the most delicate internal bits because they required a steady hand and the utmost concentration. But those were things that she had spent many years practicing at, and with practiced ease she made the connection, finishing her current project.

Most people would consider a massive cannon that could fire off healing arts to be a weird invention, but not her. She saw her Orbal Gear as something more than just a weapon. Having the massive exoskeleton be capable of doing other things like being able to go into a disaster area to treat the wounded with her now christened Vital Cannon was something she strove for with this newest model.

The sound of tools crashing to the ground caused the young engineer to wince. It was really good that that hadn't happened a minute prior when she was deep in concentration. After making sure her newest armament was secure the girl began her investigation of the noise, even if deep down she already knew what it was.

“Owie. That really hurt...” Yup. Just as she thought. She hurried over to help Mint out of the mess.

“Are you alright?” Tita hadn't been expecting to gain a new assistant when they returned from Sutherland, but that was exactly what had happened. And despite her natural clumsiness the older girl was actually pretty good at what she could do. And she was quite fun to hang out with, too!

...So long as Tita remained a fair distance away from the Thors alumni when she was around anything hazardous, of course.

“Hehe! Something like that can't keep me down for long!” Tita chose to ignore the fact the now exuberant girl had been making pained noises just a second prior.

“I'm glad to hear it. Were you able to finish all the soldat maintenance?”

“Yup! Err...” Mint trailed off awkwardly for a moment, “All except for Drakky, that is.”

Tita blinked. “Huh? Why not?” That didn't stop her from giggling a little at hearing one of the nicknames the girl had come up with for the soldats.

“One of Rean's students is using it to take a nap!”

“...What?” She had to have misheard that, right? She couldn't possibly imagine any of her fellow students would be crazy enough to go inside a soldat just to take a nap-

Oh. Of course. The blonde engineer slapped her head as realization dawned. With a tired sigh she approached the machine in question before rapping the leg with a nearby wrench, “Fie! Wake up!”

“Zzz....” The fake sleeping sound was bad enough, but that it was coming from the machine made it almost comical.

“...Are you seriously using the soldat's external speaker to project the sound of your sleeping?”

“Is it working?” Came the voice from inside.

Tita giggled, “Sure. Let's pretend it's working. Since you're still asleep I'm here to tell you that you need to wake up and get out of there.”

There was a long silence from the soldat. Finally... “I'll get out on one condition: Tell me about Agate.”

“Fwuh!?” Despite herself she couldn't help but flaring red. “W-Why would you want to know that!?”

“You guys seem close. I'm kinda interested. And I know Sandy and Musse would pay good mira for some tasty gossip.”

“I-I...” Why were all of her friends so cruel! Tita took a deep breath to calm herself, but it did little for the burning blush staining her cheeks, “If you come down I'll tell you a little about my adventures in Liberl with Agate and my other friends.” That was as far as she was willing to go!

Once again silence filled the room, but it ended when the Drakkhen popped open and out popped the Class VII girl, “Not quite what I was looking for, but sure. You got yourself a deal.”

There was a time before the Erebonians came knocking. It was even before the Crois family. Actually, he was pretty sure it happened even before the cult reared its ugly head. Either way, it was a simpler time for Randy Orlando, back when he was merely just a cop with the Special Support Section.

It had been a lazy day in Crossbell, which meant he and the others could kick back and relax. Lloyd didn't like it, but he was the one who insisted they be on standby in case any emergency support requests arrived so he didn't have much of a leg to stand on. Instead they all chilled out at the SSS building doing their own things.

It was then that he made an amusing discovery: Coppe, sleeping peacefully on the floor near the stairs. The cat was stretched across the ground completely dead to the world and for a brief terrified moment Randy thought he might actually have been dead for real. It was only the faintest hint of breathing that convinced him otherwise.

Of course he wasn't one to pass up on a moment like that, opting to play a prank on the furball. Seeing the cat leap up in an absolute panic after he pelted it (gently) with one of his grenades (safety still attached, of naturally) was absolutely hilarious. The cat glared and hissed before promptly running off in a huff.

Why was he remembering such an event?

'Cause when he came across Sylphid snoozing in the kitchen he couldn't help but repeat the action, except with the apple he had been planning to munch on instead of a grenade. Except unlike with Coppe the girl managed to instinctively wake and roll out of the way at the last second.

Also unlike Coppe she didn't immediately run to Tio Tot. He almost got Ether Buster'd that first time!

“What the hell, Randy?!” And unlike Coppe she didn't hiss at him. She was definitely glaring, though.

“Woah!” He held up his hands in mock surrender, “No need to be so angry, Selfie! Was just making sure you weren't slacking on your training, that's all. We might not be jaegers anymore but we gotta keep those instincts going, yeah? You got a passing grade, by the way.” And since he was a teacher now so that actually meant something!

Her glare didn't relent in the slightest, “...You really suck, you know that? And that stupid name again...” That it annoyed her so much ensured he was gonna keep calling her it forever.

He let out a laugh, “Meh. I've been told a lot worse. If you wanna keep sleeping in weird places you better be ready for the Red Reaper to come getcha!”

“Maybe we should start calling you the Red Creeper if you keep going after girls when they're sleeping.” That was a good one, he couldn't deny. “Whatever. I'm outta here.”

He couldn't help but grin madly as she left in a huff. Just like Coppe indeed.

Still, while he wasn't one for all the mushy crap he couldn't help but reflect upon what had just happened fondly. He was happy enough that it seemed like she wasn't gonna turn into his cousin, but watching her lounge about like a lazy cat made him think she was really starting to settle in at the school. Even if her outward attitude didn't change much he was pretty confident that the girl was a lot more comfortable at this school.

And honestly? So was he. Being shipped off to teach a bunch of brats in the country that occupied his home wasn't his idea of a good time, but it wasn't like the brats were the ones responsible for the messed up situation Crossbell was in. Nah. These were good kids.

He let out a chuckle as he began the trek back the classroom. Sylphid wasn't the only one changing, it seemed.

“I know the girls mentioned it, but even still...” Kurt found himself staring in exasperation at the sight before him, “I guess Juna was correct – You truly are the Sleeping Menace.”

As expected, Fie gave no reply as she was seemingly sound asleep. Kurt had a suspicion that even if she herself was actually asleep the depths of her unconsciousness were a ruse. Despite her seemingly defenseless nature this was not a girl to trifle with easily.

And yet, even if she was more than capable of protecting herself he found himself loath to leave her on her lonesome. He had been on his way to the training room in the school for a little swordplay when he came across the girl on a bench just outside the building. Not the most ideal place for such an activity, but since the area was currently vacant save for the sleeping occupant... “I guess a little outdoor training should be alright?”

As the young Vander took his stance he couldn't help but think back to the advice Fie had given them that first night back. At first he hadn't been sure on how to interpret it, but over a week later and he felt like he was just starting to grasp the true meaning of her words. And it was all thanks to a spar they had had two nights prior.

Understanding that he was thinking things through too much during battle and actually finding a solution to rectify it were two completely different things. One cannot simply change how they work and fight with ease. Instead Kurt had opted to study his opponent's movements as they clashed against each other. Before he had simply allowed himself to be intimidated and jealous of her sheer speed, but as he examined her more closely he could spot the flaws in her actions. Some of her dodges were awkwardly executed, occasionally she attacked without maintaining proper footwork, and her obsession with acrobatic displays could have been exploited by a more skilled opponent.

And yet against Kurt it simply meant she was always a step ahead of him. Any awkwardness in her dodges were offset by the fact that she was already out of range even as he began to strike. Her flimsy attacks came before he was properly set to defend himself, and any openings she left while airborne went unexploited as he simply could not adjust in time.

And yet at the end of the fight – another resounding defeat – she had simply grinned before praising his improvements. At first he thought she had been patronizing him, but he found that reflecting upon his performance was more difficult than in any fight before. It didn't take long for him to discover the reason why:

He had been so focused on her movements that he had barely thought about his own.

Acting without thinking. In most situations that would be seen as a fault, but after that bout he finally began to understand the implications of it. Letting his instincts guide his body meant he could focus more on his opponent, creating a synergy that had seemingly enhanced his performance without his realization.

Of course even if he was beginning to grasp the concept he still had a long ways to go before he could reach the level of his brother or parents. Still, after having been in a rut for so long it felt good to make actual noticeable improvements. So long as he maintained this course...

Maybe one day soon he could reach the level of confidence and conviction in his abilities that Instructor Rean wanted to see from him.

“You just gonna stand there holding your swords like an idiot or you gonna do something?”

Kurt rolled his eyes, “I didn't want to disturb your beauty rest.”

“Appreciate it,” She didn't miss a beat in her response, “but I'm awake now, so go do something.”

“Fine. Want to join me?”

Fie tilted her head in consideration, “Sure, why not?” Great. Sparring with a friend beat practicing by oneself any day. Things were looking up.

“Since you're getting better I'm gonna stop holding back now. Time to introduce you to the 'gun' part of 'gunblades'.”

...Perhaps things weren't looking quite so up as he had believed. While he was a big fan of getting stronger, he couldn't help but be concerned that he was in for a lot of pain. The dangerous glint in Fie's eyes didn't help matters any.

“Wake up, Fie.”

Unsurprisingly the girl gave no reaction that she had heard him, but he wasn't fooled. The shallow, rhythmic breathing of a person at rest had given way to a more stilled rate. It was as if she was holding her breath in an effort to fool him.

“You aren't fooling anyone. I know you're awake.”

“Fine.” The grumbling girl gave up the charade before sitting up and giving him the most threatening deadpan glare possible, “Happy?”

Sadly for her, Rean had spent much of the past year working alongside Altina, and thus had developed something of a resistance to that kind of look, “I'm more confused than anything. The other instructors have already approached me about your weird sleeping habits and I bet some of the other students have noticed.” For some reason the tiny smirk Fie gave at that last bit worried him, “So why do you keep doing this?”

The girl let out a dramatic yawn and a stretch as she rose to her feet, “It's cause I can't get much sleep when you keep forcing me into your room every night.”

Rean's eyes widened as the swordsman nearly choked on air, “W-Wha?!” W-Why did she have to phrase it like that!? Frantically the teacher looked around in a panic. He had found her in the library and right now he was praising the Goddess that the room was completely vacant, “Don't say it like that!”

Mirth danced in her eyes as she tilted her head curiously, “Dunno what you're talking about?” He was almost impressed at how confused the girl made herself look.

“I think I liked you better when you were completely closed off.” That was a lie and they both knew it. That the girl was now comfortable enough with her current situation to spend time with friends and tell jokes was a great feeling, even if those jokes were coming at his expense.

“So is this the part where you tell me I shouldn't be sleeping around school anymore?”

He let out a tired sigh, “Would you listen if I tried?”

“Nope!” In comparison her grin was only growing in its intensity.

“Didn't think so. In that case I won't try and tell you what to do, but instead allow me to leave you with a simple warning.”

“...Huh?”

He bit his lip as he considered his next words carefully, “There are consequences for every action. You can sleep wherever you want, but you might not like what happens after.”

She tilted her head in confused interest, “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

“Not at all. Like I said, it's just a warning. Make of it what you will. Now if you excuse me, I still have some work to do today.”

Rean sincerely hoped for her sake that she would heed his advice because the alternative would be very dire indeed. He would make sure of it.

Fie fought back a grin as she felt the vibration of incoming footsteps, lest she give away the fact that she wasn't actually asleep. What had been a simple desire to take a nap outside had long since turned into a fun game she was playing around campus as she messed with her friends. Thus she found herself listening to the approaching figure with baited breath.

Who would it be this time? She was currently 'napping' just off the path towards Einhel Keep. Maybe it was Tita doing some maintenance? Rean or Randy doing some training? Was one of her other friends hunting her down? With growing interest the former jaeger subtly opened her eyes a tiny bit to see the person who was now standing above her.

All excitement died when she found herself staring into the purple eyes of the Golden Rakshasa.

“Heh. Wasn't expecting to find you here, Claussell.”

“P-Principal Le Guin...”

“Many aspiring warriors neglect rest in lieu of training, not understanding just how important their body truly is. I am glad that you haven't fallen into that trap.”

Fie nodded emphatically, “Y-Yeah. Just catching up on my-”

“That being said,” Aurelia cut her off without hesitation, “I heard about your defeat at the hands of the Sanguine Ogre. I would have thought you would be spending these days with a little more urgency.”

“I do train! Every night! It's just-”

“You are in need of a partner on the level of an enforcer? Very well. Schwarzer's suggestion that I come here and train at the Keep had some merit, but I have been interested in fighting someone with your skill-set ever since you arrived at Thors...”

No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

“You shall accompany me back to the training room!”

“I-I'm sure someone of your level would gain more from clearing out a Keep level or two-”

“Nonsense. I am as much a teacher at this school as the other instructors. Helping my students is the least I can do. I am sure this will be a very enlightening experience for the both of us.”

A horrified Fie did her best to find an escape from this hellish situation, but words were failing her, and while she was good at running she had a sinking suspicion that trying to flee now would simply end with her meeting her end while exhausted. With no escape possible the former jaeger and soon-to-be punching bag lowered her head miserable and accepted her fate.

Never again would she sleep out in the open at this stupid school.

Chapter Text

“Hey, jaeger!”

Fie stopped, causing the rest of Class VII to stop alongside her. Their walk to the academy that morning had been pretty calm until then, but such interruptions weren't exactly uncommon. Still, the name called out to her certainly was. She rolled her eyes as she saw just who it was who yelled out, “What do you want, Ash?”

“Nothing much. Just wanted confirmation on all that shit we saw down at Hamel. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Inwardly she winced. By instantly responding to his call she had given him all the answers he had been looking for. That was sloppy on her part and surprisingly crafty on his, once again confirming that the punk was more than he appeared.

Outwardly, however, her usual stoic deadpan expression gave nothing away, “Not like I was hiding it in the first place.”

Juna let out a scoff as she glared at the interloper, “Are you just here to bug my friend?”

“Heh. So even after finding out she's a killer for hire you still want to be her friend? I'm sure Schwarzer must be so pleased that his students are a bunch of wusses.”

“Her background is irrelevant. Or have you not noticed that our academy is filled with a lot of unique individuals?” Kurt pointed out.

“The so-called trash bin, right?” Ash let out a vicious grin, “But nah. I got no beef with that little girl being a trained killer. In fact it makes me happy knowing there's someone else in this school who can actually fight worth a damn.”

Fie raised an eye in interest, “Oh? There's someone else like that? Who is it?” Before Ash could answer she smirked widely before continuing, “...It's definitely not the guy who got instantly taken out by that Aion or got crushed during the spar with Rean despite starting the fight with a cheap shot, right?”

She was rewarded for her comment by the sounds of Juna giggling and Kurt trying – and failing – to conceal his own quiet chuckles. Altina remained stoic, but there was the tiniest hint of a smile which made sense considering how protective she was of their teacher.

“Grr...” For the briefest of moments the punk looked downright hostile, but the moment ended quickly and he let out a short laugh, “Alright, you got me there, but I doubt any of you would have done any better in those fights.”

“Sure, but we're not the ones barking loudly in the middle of Leeves.”

“Heh. I like you, jaeger. We should fight sometime, and I don't mean those clean little spars you have with the pretty boy, either. A real fight. No holds barred.”

The offer was kinda interesting, not that she would allow herself to actually express it, “Sure, I guess. But are you sure you want to actually fight a jaeger like that? Pretty sure it's gonna end poorly for you. Explosives and traps can get pretty messy, after all.”

Ash looked startled for a brief moment, but quickly recovered, “Whatever you say, jaeger.” The punk made a show of turning and walking down Leeves' side road on a path that wouldn't take him anywhere near the academy, “See you losers later!”

“Grr. That jerk pisses me off!” Juna muttered angrily as she glared death at the retreating blonde.

With the encounter over a curious Altina turned towards Fie, “Why would you accept his offer?”

She grinned, “Nothing's gonna come of it. Seen fresh recruits like him all the time in Zephyr. What's that old saying...? 'All bark and no bite'? He thinks he's the top dog around here, but he isn't. Just stand up to the guy and he'll go away.”

The pink-haired girl looked dubious, “Are you sure? He just seems like a punk to me.”

To that Fie let out a shrug, “Eh. If he tries something I'll just kick his ass. No biggie.”

She and the others watched with amusement as the door to Neinvalli opened and out stepped Randy just as Ash was about to pass that portal. The boy's attempts at talking his way out of the situation ended in abject failure and soon the Red Reaper was marching him back towards where they were standing.

“We can't forget that he did help us in Sutherland, even if I do not understand why he did so...” Kurt mused thoughtfully.

“So, what?” Juna questioned, “Are you saying he's actually a big old softy under that tough guy exterior? I don't see it.”

“Heh. That would be pretty funny.” Fie agreed with a laugh, “Still, I get the feeling he isn't all bad. Boss would have loved him for sure.” That last comment earned her a couple strange looks, but it was what it was. Now that Ash had been forced back into hearing range she shouted to him, “Welcome back, Ash! Ready for school?”

The fuming Class VIII student shot her an angry glare, “Screw you, jaeger!”

She was about to retort when Randy slapped the guy on the back of the head, “Oi. Careful what you're yelling out in public. And if you think her being a former jaeger is bad then I should probably remind you that I'm one too. And I'm also your homeroom teacher. So if you don't want your life to be a living hell you'll shut the hell up.”

All of Class VII watched in rapt amusement as the grumbling punk was led away by his instructor. Truly these were the moments that made being at this school worthwhile.

Her amusement lasted until the loud chime of a warning bell sounded out, “Oh, crap!” Juna yelled, “We're gonna be late!”

“Actually...” Fie corrected with a growing smile, “You guys are gonna be late. As for me...?”

Without a second thought Sylphid abandoned her classmates with a burst of speed that left them all hopelessly in the dust. While she didn't actually care about being late she found the entire situation too funny to ignore. How would the others respond?

The answer proved to be pretty great. Altina ended up using Claiomh Solais while even the honorable Kurt ended up taking advantage of his own speed to ensure he made it on time. As for Juna...

The girl was glaring murder at the rest of them for most of the morning after Rean chewed her out for being late.

Shortly after midnight Fie found herself alone on the dorm's first floor. At this hour everyone should be sound asleep since it was a school day. She knew that doing this would make the next day drag, but it wasn't the biggest deal in her opinion.

...She could always catch a quick cat nap while Rean was droning on about some war that happened in some place some years ago.

But it was absolutely imperative that her current activity went unnoticed by the others. Even if she was growing more comfortable around her classmates and the other students she still wanted to maintain her air of aloof coolness. No need for any of them to see her in her current state.

She glanced around the kitchen, making sure everything was assembled. All the ingredients had been prepared in advance by the stealthy girl and she had the instructions on hand. All that was left was for her to begin.

“It's Fie's cooking power hour!” With that little bit of self-encouragement the girl grabbed hold of the nearest knife and got to work.

Half an hour later and she was frowning heavily as she looked at her masterpiece. She had no idea how it would taste, but it definitely didn't look right. Certainly nothing like how it had been shown to her.

It made no sense! Shortcake was not supposed to be that lumpy. She knew how to chop berries! She practically used oversized knives every day in combat!

“...What are you doing?”

The silver-haired student let out a hiss of surprise. Sure she had been distracted with her cooking, but she definitely should have noticed someone sneaking up on her! Even worse was that the voice was female, letting her know it was probably a fellow student as Towa didn't seem very stealthy and the principal definitely wasn't the kind of person to sneak up on someone when she could simply charge in like an angry bull.

Turning about she beheld the one to catch her, “You're... Maya, right?” She had yet to talk to the black-haired girl, but she had been making a better effort at remembering names lately.

The Class VIII student nodded her head slowly, “And you're Fie. That doesn't answer my question.”

It was obvious to Fie that the other girl had noticed the dish she had been working on. That left her with three possible options: First she could try and make up an excuse and get away. Second she could dispose of the evidence and ensure zero witnesses. Or third... she could tell the truth.

As much as she had faith in herself she wasn't sure anyone was smart enough to bluff their way out of this situation, causing her to abandon the first option. The second one definitely had some appeal, but any short-term gain would be offset by a lot of problems down the line. Plus, that seemed like something Shirley would do and she definitely didn't want to do anything that Shirley would do.

Regrettably, that just left the most unappealing option of all, “I was trying to practice on my cooking.” At Maya's silence she elaborated further, “I'm a member of the Cooking Club but I don't know how to cook anything good. Tita showed me how to make a White Velvet Shortcake and I was trying to mimic her... But I think I messed up somewhere.” Again silence filled the room as Maya refused to respond, creating an awkward situation as the two girls stared at each other blankly.

No, wait. Maya wasn't staring at her. She was staring at the shortcake with a gleam in her eyes.

“Um...” Fie wasn't sure what to make of such fervent desire. Had the other girl simply come down here for a midnight snack? “I... can't say it will be any good, but you can have it if you want.”

Despite being one of the fastest jaegers alive she nearly missed Maya's movement as the girl crossed the distance between them and snatched up the shortcake in a flash. Wide-eyed she could only stare as the quiet girl scurried off to the nearest seat with her prize.

Fie felt a sudden bout of nervousness as Maya took the first bite of her creation. Was it good? Was it nasty? Was that look on her face a good thing or a bad thing? Eventually the wait became unbearable to her, “...And?”

“You went a little overboard with a couple ingredients, didn't you?”

It was a good thing that the lighting of the room was so low as Fie was sure she was blushing a little. So she might have put a few extra starberries and a little extra honey syrup into her dish. Those were the tastiest ingredients so more was better... right? Even if Maya couldn't see her expression she must have read the silence well enough, “Thought so. Sometimes too much of something isn't a good thing. It messes with the texture too. Still, outside of that this isn't bad.”

Being told it wasn't bad was probably as much as she could have hoped for a first effort. Still, maybe Maya was humoring her? Glancing over she watched as the girl sat back contentedly with an empty dish before her. Well at least that meant she must have-

...Wait, what!?

Blinking she confirmed that her eyes hadn't been lying to her. But that made no sense at all! Sure it wasn't the biggest dessert in the world, but that must have been thirty seconds at the most! Maya was about the same size as her! How was it even possible to devour the entire cake so quickly and with so little effort!?

Fie shook her head to clear her thoughts. She had seen plenty of odd things before, so this was just one more for the pile. What was more important, however, was that this girl knew of her secret cooking sessions and had been surprisingly helpful. Perhaps this could be used to her advantage? “If... If I decide to practice on some other dish in the future would you be willing to try it out for me?”

“Like a professional taste tester?” Fie had a feeling that nobody in the school had seen Class VIII's most taciturn student have such an excited gleam in her eyes before, “I accept!”

And so the beginnings of a new bond was formed.

“I cast Blaze on my second Blyx, raising its attack by three before attacking your master!” Fie winced as she took the powerful blow head on, “Hehe. One more turn like that and you're done!”

She glared at her opponent, “I'm not done yet.”

By some twist of fate both the Cooking Club and Tennis Clubs had elected to take the same day off, giving Juna the chance to fulfill a promise she had made over a week ago: To teach Fie the game of Vantage Masters.

The first step, naturally, was for Fie to get herself a deck. The obvious solution to that dilemma was for Fie to purchase a starter deck at the book store, but the former jaeger had surprised the pink-haired girl by ignoring that shop in lieu of another. Together, the two made their way over to Neinvalli.

While an awe-struck Juna took the time to wander around the store and take in the assortment of death on display for the first time, Fie immediately made her way to the counter and explained the situation to Jingo. While the shop mostly dealt in illegal goods she knew the Crossbell branch also tended to keep all kinds of assorted junk on hands and if she was lucky...

Yup. She was lucky. According to Jingo someone had pawned off their spare deck for some high explosive gunpowder rounds just a few days prior. While the young weapon dealer had appraised it to be a mediocre deck overall, it was a far cry over the generic starter deck Fie would have been forced to rely upon otherwise.

Jingo left to find where she had stored the cards, which gave Fie free reigns to pile the affection onto an unsuspecting Cerberus. Sure it probably wasn't the best thing to do for a dog in training, but she had done the same thing all the time with the monsters Zephyr trained and it all worked out well. Plus, how could anyone not want to scratch the ears of such a cute puppy?

Although Fie pulled away just as Jingo returned, the glare the young child shot her at the dog's pitiful whines probably gave away the game. Oh well. She had no intention of stopping in the future.

Even though she had intended to use the surprisingly generous stipend that she and the other students got after the debacle in Sutherland, Jingo waved her off. Instead the other girl had presented her with an intriguing offer about a job opportunity that Fie had ended up accepting. It was an interesting mission that Fie found herself looking forward to in the future.

Juna had tried to purchase a funny looking Mishy plush, but the shop keep had firmly rebuffed her, stating that the Mishy merch was not for sale. The Crossbellian was about to press the issue, but found herself dissuaded when the young girl pulled out a heavy rocket launcher for a totally coincidental inspection.

After that they had returned to the dorms and settled in to play a few games together. The first couple were slow and lame as the Crossbellian explained the rules. While that was appreciated, she didn't need the other girl to treat her like a child and play like total garbage. The game wasn't that hard to figure out!

...A lesson Juna learned when Fie trounced her soundly in the second game, causing her to vow to stop holding back.

Thus leading to her current predicament. In terms of natials on the field she held the advantage and knew she had enough to power to sweep Juna's entire front line. The problem was the pinkette's back field. Fie just didn't have enough firepower to take out her two Blyx before they could shoot her with lethal shots!

Her frustration must have been visible as Juna adopted a cocky look, “Draw your last pathetic card so I can end this, Fie!”

The jaeger narrowed her eyes dangerously, “My deck has no pathetic cards!” That was a lie, actually. There were a lot of cards in it that she just didn't like and really needed to replace once she got the chance. Still, that wasn't something she could fix at the moment. Instead she did what Juna and drew her next card, “But it does contain... what is this?” She narrowed her eyes as she gazed at the card in her hand. It wasn't one she had pulled in either of her previous bouts.

The card had a very succinct description, but it was enough to cause Fie to chuckle darkly, unsettling Juna greatly, “This Disaster card seems pretty cool...” Her words caused Juna to pale rapidly. If she thought the pleading look she was sending Fie's way would earn her any mercy then she was very wrong, “Say bye to your Blyx!”

With her archers wiped out thanks to the magic card, her front completely overrun by Fie's natials, and no cards in her hand Juna slumped down in despair. Her final draw didn't provide any solutions, and instead the girl grumpily conceded the match.

“My, what a fantastic match that was.”

Those words startled her out of a victorious gloat. She had been so engrossed in beating Juna that she hadn't noticed the familiar newcomer, and based on the widening eyes of her opponent neither had she, “Musse...”

“W-When did you get here!?”

The green-haired girl giggled at Juna's question, “Only long enough to see those final turns, I assure you. I must admit, watching such a quality match has gotten me in the mood of playing. Would it be alright if I challenged you to a round?”

Fie glanced at Juna, causing the girl to shrug as if saying 'You won the match so you get to decide.' With Musse looking at her so hopefully and Juna being utterly useless she was forced to give an answer, “Uh... sure. I guess that's fine.”

“Wonderful!” Musse clapped her hands together gleefully, “How about we raise the stakes on our match a little?”

That comment caused her to glance at her new opponent warily, “...What do you mean?”

“It's nothing troublesome, I assure you. I was simply hoping you might be able to assist me with a club activity later on. Think of it as a wager of future favors, if you will.”

Being told it was nothing troublesome did little to reassure the girl when she was being that vague, “Sorry, but even though I kicked Juna's butt...”

“Hey!”

“...I'm still a total beginner. Seems a little unfair of a wager to me.”

“Teehee. That is understandable. I wouldn't accept a vague offer like that when I thought myself at a disadvantage, either.” For some reason the mint-haired girl didn't seem discouraged at all, “How about I sweeten the offer a bit?”

“We'll play three games. If you can beat me a single time I will concede defeat. You can even have Juna help you out if you wish.”

The Zephyr member was wary. Boss had always said that if you got an offer that was too good to be true it probably was. Best to either ignore the deal outright or do a little extra reconnaissance before committing yourself to something potentially hazardous like that. Fie sent a sly glance towards Juna, hoping her classmate would understand her thoughts-

“I don't see how we can't win one game if we're working together. Let's do it, Fie!”

...Dammit, Juna.

Under Musse's expectant and Juna's hopeful the wary girl was forced to capitulate, “...Fine. I'll accept your stupid offer.”

“How wonderful!”

...Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad? Despite her reservations maybe Musse was just really overconfident? It was just one win in three, right?

Five minutes later Fie found herself looking proudly at her well-built defense. It was costly, but getting a Neptjuno natial on the field had really stabilized her formation. With that durable creature shielding the rest of her front line Fie was confident that she could endure anything Musse had to offer-

“I cast expel on your Neptjuno!”

She could only watch in despair as without her linchpin in place the rest of her formation crumbled rapidly leading to her swift demise. That sucked, but she still had two more chances, right?

The comfort that thought provided lasted all the way until the sixth turn of their next game. The way Musse giggled aloud after drawing her card was worrisome, but not nearly as worrisome as the cards she placed on the table, “I use both my Vanish cards to deal twelve damage to your master! Add to that the two damage my Guene-Foss can do and I do believe your master has been defeated.”

Faced with a second defeat in as many attempts all Fie could do was look hopelessly at Juna. The pink-haired classmate was quick to recover from her own shock before pulling out her own deck and quickly flipping through the cards, “H-Here. Use this card. It's an ultra rare natial I bought a couple days back. It's really strong!”

With reinforcements in her hand she went into the third game with renewed confidence. The first few turns were fairly quiet with both players going back and forth summoning and murdering natials. She knew the battle was about to reach its climax when with a stroke of good fortune she drew Juna's card into her hand, “I summon this Xenofiend.” The only monster Musse had on the field was a weak little Requ. Even with its elemental advantage they had no way of stopping the Xenofiend before it started powering up, plus Fie had another monster on the field! And she had no cards except the one she just drew!

Her victory was assured!

“Oh dear...” And yet she couldn't help but notice that her opponent didn't seem all that concerned despite the situation, “What a powerful foe. It seems my options are quite limited. I suppose I have no choice but to attack with my Requ...” Two damage. From seven health. No big deal. It was a little worrisome that sacrificing the weak natial gave her a free card, “Oh my. How useful.” Uh oh... “I summon this Greon...” A natial that can attack the turn it's summoned and has five attack. Damnit! At least she would kill it in return before it could use its follow-up and- “...and cast wall on it to block one attack.”

“What the hell!?” Juna said what Fie had been thinking. Musse drew the two cards that would allow her to completely destroy her perfect formation. It was absolute insanity! Were it not for the fact that jaegers were experts on spotting cheaters in card games she would have thought that Musse had somehow slipped the card into her hand with the confidence in which she took that turn.

After that debacle of a turn her inevitable defeat arrived without much fanfare. Fie did her best to set Musse's deck alight with her baleful glare, but unfortunately that was one power she lacked, “Tch. You win, I guess. How did you do that anyways??”

Musse let out an innocent giggle that made Fie want to deck her in the face, “Grandfather was always a fan of card games and I suppose it's something I picked up from him. That and a little luck to get me through those tough spots.” Considering how confident the mint-haired girl had appeared the entire time Fie had a feeling there was more to it than simple experience and luck. She considered arguing, but the Class IX girl continued speaking before she could, “I'll explain the favor I want from you at a later date. I need to wait for my order to arrive first.”

Order? This was all kinds of suspicious. A part of her wanted to blow this whole shady deal off, but she was just starting to get comfortable here and blowing off Tita's roommate would be a really bad look, “Fine. Whatever. Now go away. I'm annoyed.”

“Teehee. I will see the two of you later.” With a cheerful wave the victor left, leaving the vanquished to wallow in their failure.

“W-Well.” Juna scratched her cheek nervously, “That could have turned out better...”

“I blame you for this.” A sulky Fie turned her focus to the one girl she could actually bully around.

Her classmate looked confused, “W-What!? Me!?”

“You're the one who pressured me into accepting that awful deal. It's all your fault.”

“Ahaha... Sorry. But it's not like anything can be done about-”

Fie picked up the Xenofiend card, “I'm keeping this as compensation.”

“H-Hey! No fair!”

Fie glared petulantly at the sheet of paper before her. Normally these late night secret study sessions with Rean involved listening to a dull lecture before he would help her through a pop quiz. This time, however, he had simply sat her down, put a test in front of her, and told her to get it done that evening on her own.

Never did she think she would find herself missing his dull lectures.

Since running away wasn't an option with Rean sitting not far away the young girl sighed before glancing down at the paper. Something about the questions felt familiar to her, but she couldn't place why. Instead she brushed it off before very reluctantly getting started with the first problem.

The required hour had passed by the time she finished, but her feet found themselves planted to the ground while she waited for Rean to look over her work. To her surprise she actually felt a little confident in some of her answers and was kinda interested to see how she did. She huffed in annoyance as her attempts to get closer and see what he was writing was thwarted by an unimpressed look from the teacher.

After what felt like hours - but was probably five minutes tops - the teacher stood up and turned to her, “You probably didn't realize this, but the test I just gave you was almost identical to the one Instructor Towa administered when you first arrived. A test that you failed pretty spectacularly when you took it the first time.”

He handed Fie the sheet of paper. On it was a score. It wasn't the prettiest result ever as there were more than a few incorrect answers marked on the sheet, but that wasn't what caught her eyes.

It was the passing grade at the top.

This... was the same test she took a little under two months ago? Sure enough, now that she knew what to look for she recognized some of the questions from the practical sections where she had actually done alright the first time through. Unsurprisingly she had aced that section this time, but what really surprised her was that she managed to get over half of the questions in the obnoxious categories like math and history.

She smiled happily when Boss placed a comforting hand on her head, silently praising her for her accomplishment. This month had been a total pain and at times she wanted to quit, but feeling the proud acknowledgment from the man she most admired as he gently pat her head made it all worthwhile in the end-

Wait. What?

With wide eyes and a furious blush the girl spun around. Instead of the rough but friendly visage of Rutger Claussell she found herself staring into the gentle face of Rean Schwarzer. A Rean Schwarzer with a hand outstretched confirming that it had been him giving her a head pat.

The black-haired swordsman seemed to realize what he had been doing as he pulled his hand back quickly, as if he had placed it on a scalding surface, “Haha... sorry. Bad habit of mine.”

She failed to hear his words, even as she stared at him in wide-eyed confusion. This man was not the Boss. Boss was the best friend to his allies, but a nightmare to his enemies. He was a blunt man who always said what was on his mind. He was a notorious chain-smoker who once wiped out a rival company because they destroyed a shipment of his favorite cigars.

Her teacher meanwhile was the complete opposite. Rean seemed the kind of guy to treat everyone with respect, whether they were friends or enemies. He was extremely careful with his words, and it didn't take a genius to see he was holding something back. Fie was pretty sure the guy didn't even know which end of a cigar to stick in his mouth!

And yet... For some reason the Ashen Chevalier reminded her so much of the Jaeger King in that moment. It had nothing to do with their different styles or personalities or vices, but it was there. Fie didn't understand it at all, but it was undeniable to her-

“Fie?” She was brought out of her thoughts by Rean's voice. The concern on his face was palpable, “Are you alright? You were out of it for a minute there. Sorry if my bad habit startled you like that. I'll make sure to never-”

“No!” The girl flushed crimson upon realizing she had yelled out in a rush, “N-No. It's fine. You just startled me.” As much as she didn't want to say the next part to him she had to lest he get the wrong idea of the situation, “I-I didn't mind it at all. It was just something Boss used to do.” She looked away awkwardly after admitting that.

“I'm glad to hear it.” This time she was only half surprised when his hand began to gently pat her head, “I bet he was as proud of you whenever he did it as I am of you right now.”

W-What the hell!? Why was he praising her like that!? She was not expecting such genuine praise from this man! “...It was just a stupid mock test.”

Rean shook his head, “It's not just a stupid mock test. You probably don't even realize just how much effort you've committed into this role of a student you suddenly found yourself in. Despite your protests you've been diligent with your studies. You've managed to bond with your classmates and the teachers. You've become a familiar figure around Leeves. I was worried about you, especially after what happened in Sutherland, but you've exceeded all of my expectations. I'm very proud of you.”

If she didn't look at him he couldn't see the embarrassment on her face. Deep down she knew that was definitely not true, but the thought was enough to keep her sane. That he let out a laugh had absolutely nothing to do with her meek action.

“...I still haven't made my decision, you know.” About whether she was gonna stay or leave once Zephyr showed up again.

“I know you haven't, but as I said before, when the time comes I'm confident that you'll make the right decision for you.” Gah! Damn him! He just didn't stop talking, did he? “Haha. Sorry. I'll stop now.” At least he seemed to notice her total humiliation, “Still, now that I'm confident you can pass in your classes I think it's time we put an end to these extra tutoring sessions. I'm sure you're happy to hear that.”

She was. Having to spend some of her time off sitting through lectures and tests was a total pain in the butt. Not having to do it anymore sounded like a miracle.

Fie did her best to quash a tiny rebellious part of her brain that felt a little saddened at the news.

“I know your classmates will be glad to assist you with anything you still need to learn...” He tilted his head thoughtfully, “...And I suppose I should let the other instructors know they can start asking you questions in class now.”

The girl made a terrible noise as her brain comprehended that last statement. Dammit! She had completely forgotten about the main reason she accepted this stupid deal in the first place! Her free ride was over!

And yet as her gaze once again returned to the sheet of paper in her hands with the passing score she calmed a little. Tomorrow definitely wasn't gonna be fun, but as crazy as it seemed...

A little part of her was looking forward to it.

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Fie found herself facing a conundrum of epic proportions as she walked through the streets of Leeves. It was a truly difficult situation for the girl. A crisis with no easy answer. A situation that well and truly sucked.

She was bored.

Classes were over for the day, but there was still plenty of time before dinner. With no club activities that day she found herself aimlessly wandering about. In the first month she would just go somewhere private and either brood about her unfortunate new circumstance or simply just take a nap. The former was something she no longer desired to do, and the latter...

Fie shuddered. Lesson well learned.

Sure she could always go back to the dorm and sleep in her room, but doing that just felt... lame. Sure she wasn't someone who enjoyed being social with others, but going to her room this early just felt like some stupid capitulation. Like an old antisocial lady locking herself away from the world.

Seeing what her classmates was up to was possibly an option, but she had no idea where any of them were. She could call them on her ARCUS II, but while she was bored she wasn't that bored. Desperation was an ugly look for someone who prided herself on being as cool and aloof as she totally was.

What did people her age usually do for fun? An answer soon presented itself as she saw two boys from Class IX walk into a nearby clothing shop. Right. Shopping. That sounded like a thing thing people did, yeah?

With a shrug Fie decided it must be so. Perhaps a little window shopping of her own was in order? But since she didn't want to follow those other students she sought out another shop to browse.

Neinvalli? Nah. She had gone there enough lately. Plus she still had the job she was gonna do for Jingo in a few days.

The game store? Possibly. Her absolute defeat to Musse still rankled her pride and finding new cards to fortify her deck did sound appealing. She frowned in thought. While she did have a little spending mira on hand it was not so much that she was ready to blow it all on game cards. Not yet, at least.

Instead she pivoted around and walked towards one of the shops on the opposite end of the area. Nyo-Sui-An Imports. Fie had no idea what the name actually meant, but she knew it was an Eastern imports shop. She remembered checking it out once during her initial survey of the town, but had put it out of mind after that scouting mission.

Time to change that.

Entering the shop she was pleased to see it was deserted save for the old man behind the counter. Good. The man said a standard greeting to her and she responded with a disinterested nod before focusing her attention on the myriad goods stocked around the place. The owner must not have minded too much as he gave a good-natured chuckle before returning to whatever it was he had been doing.

Fie wasn't completely clueless to eastern culture. Even though Zephyr mostly worked in the more prosperous western half of the continent there had been a few times when good opportunity for work took them into the more chaotic east. As a little jaeger mascot she didn't really get much chance to experience the places and foods of that exotic region, but she at least saw a few things with her own two eyes. Things she was now seeing again in this shop.

Averting her eyes from an admittedly tasty looking display of manjuu, the girl found herself blinking as she stared at something that definitely didn't belong in an imports shop, “Uhh....”

“Gahahaha!” The old man was clearly paying more attention than it first appeared, “I know what you're thinking, missy, 'Why would an import shop carry a bunch of fishing rods?' Well, the thing is, I just so happen to be a member of the Imperial Fishing Club and thought it'd be a waste if I didn't use my position to spread the joys of fishing to the people of Leeves!”

That made sense, she supposed, but it didn't quite answer the most pressing question, “But why do you have so many rods?” There was like twenty of them on display!

“Cause they're named after me, of course!” The now named Rod exclaimed with a mirthful grin and another laugh. At her unimpressed stare he coughed to compose himself, “In all actuality there was a bit of a hiccup with a recent order I placed. I thought I requested six new rods, but somehow an extra zero ended up at the end. Sure I could have sent them all back, but then I decided oh what the hell. Why not take advantage of the opportunity?”

She tilted her head in confusion, prompting the shop keep to elaborate further, “I got a bunch of rods, right? So I decided to sell them dirt cheap to the people of the town and academy. Sure I take a loss up front, but I'll make it all back when you kids get hooked and come back looking for upgrades, accessories, and extra bait! Everyone's a winner!”

“...Are you really sure you should be telling that to a potential customer?”

“Hoho! I don't see why not. You might not act it, but I can tell you're interested by the gleam in your eye. I know a future angler when I see them.”

Dammit. As much as she wanted to deny it, she kinda was interested. That fishing session in Sutherland had been kinda fun. The only reason she continued to hesitate was because a part of her felt like buying a fishing rod would be giving Rean an undeserved win and the guy was already too damn annoying as is.

“Tell ya what. I'll give you a rod, plus some bait to get started, and all you have to do is stand at the river and fish for a while to draw attention to yourself. Hell, I'll even sweeten the deal a bit – If you can convince some of your classmates to also purchase from me I'll reward you with some quality reels, line, and hooks. Stuff the pros use.”

“Sure. That sounds fun.” If nothing else this was a good way of alleviating her boredom for the day. After acquiring her gift rod – and making a mental note to come back for some of that manjuu later – the girl exited the store. Complying with Old Man Rod's request the jaeger turned student turned novice angler made her way to the bridge that stood over Leeves' only source of water.

Peering over the side she actually saw a few shadowy figures darting about in the clear water below her. Perfect. She didn't have much experience fishing, but something told her that this was going to be a really good spot to fish. Once a bait was attached she took aim and fired, “Come at me, fishes!”

That moment of elation soon gave way to the tedium that was fishing. Cast the line, reel it in slowly, hope something bites. But it was peaceful and that was what mattered most to her in that moment.

Relaxing under a peaceful sun with nothing but the chirping birds to keep her company? This was the life.

“...What are you doing?”

Correction. Chirping birds and Altina. Fie's youngest classmate was now standing at the end of the bridge staring at her with a raised eye.

The neophyte angler looked down to the rod in her hands before going back to Altina, “...What does it look like I'm doing?”

Altina gave the most minute of twitches, which coming from a girl even more stoic and controlled than she was said a lot, “Allow me to rephrase – Why are you fishing? Should I inform Instructor Rean that his strange obsession is spreading?”

Fie definitely did not need Rean finding out that she was trying out his hobby, but despite that was still confident enough to call the bluff, “Please. We both know that you had just as much fun as I did back there. And weren't you the one who caught the fish in the end?” Altina earned herself some head pats for that success.

The reason she remembered that detail had nothing to do with jealousy.

But she was definitely gonna be the one to complete the next fishing mission! ...For unrelated reasons, of course.

The intelligence agent narrowed her eyes in challenge, “Perhaps, but I am not the one currently holding a fishing rod, am I?”

“That can be changed, you know?” Altina tried to keep her stern look up, but there was the tiniest glimmer of interest in those eyes, “Nyo-Sui-An is running a sale on fishing gear right now. That's where I got this one.”

“...How cheap are we talking?”

Fie chuckled to herself. Hook, line, and sinker. Literally. “Dirt cheap. I got mine almost for free.” Fie hesitated briefly. Should she swallow her pride and continue...? Yeah, what the hell, “Also if you tell 'em I sent you you'll probably get an even better deal.” If the old man was offering free stuff for referrals she would be a fool to pass up on the offer.

“Why would telling them that you sent me-”

“Shhh. You're disturbing the fish!” Having a convenient excuse to change the topic is pretty great! “So hurry up and get over there before they run out.”

“But I haven't agreed-”

Nuh uh. No second guessing, “Yes you have. We both know it. Now go!”

Altina glanced back towards the town, hesitated for a brief moment, but eventually squared her shoulders and marched off in that direction.

Mission accomplished.

With Altina now temporarily out of her hair Fie returned to the task at hand – Catching an absolute behemoth of a fish. It should be easy considering she knew what she was doing now, right?

...A few minutes passed without anything biting and Fie mentally changed her mission to something a little more realistic. Any fish would do, actually. Maybe even a sardine?

“I have returned.” So caught up in trying to reel in the fish Fie hadn't even noticed the return of Altina. Given her classmates was now holding a rod in her hands identical to the one she was using assured her of mission success.

That didn't make her feel any better, however. In fact it made her downright wary of the younger girl as she cast her own line into the river. Thus far Fie had yet to be able to catch anything and Altina had been the one to catch the big fish in Sutherland. It would be pretty damn embarrassing if that girl somehow managed to show her up despite starting so much later.

Fie rolled her neck, causing her muscles to pop. It was game time.

The next few minutes were tense as both girls focused their attention on the calm water beneath them. Neither was willing to back down in this spontaneous duel. Fie would occasionally sneak a glance at the girl beside her, doing her best to gauge her progress. Should she maybe engage in a little act of sabotage? There were a few subtle things she could do to mess up Altina's progress without her classmate noticing like-

“Claiomh Solais.”

Fie's eyes widened in surprise as the mechanical being appeared between them, “W-Why did you...?”

“No reason.” Altina replied without looking away from her line.

Either she had somehow managed to read her thoughts and was deploying a countermeasure against her idea or she wanted to preempt Fie with her own offensive action. Either way, Fie opted to place a little distance between the two of them just in case.

She paused. There was a third possibility that Altina simply did that just to get into her head. Altina's face remained as blank as ever, but that didn't mean anything. She could be pretty devious when she wanted to...

Thoughts about her classmate's malicious intent were put on hold as she felt a tug on the line. Yes! Jaeger training kicked in almost immediately as Fie calmed herself down. Gotta keep a clear mind when in a battle or else you're liable to screw up and get yourself killed.

Fishing seemed to follow similar guidelines, even if the threat of imminent death probably wasn't there.

With focus established the battle was an easy one. The fish fought valiantly, but against someone as experienced and cool as her? No contest. Within seconds she had the fish captured as she gazed upon the frantically flopping creature.

“...It's tiny.”

“It's the first catch of the day. Gotta work my way up” She wasn't going to allow the bitter lamentations of a sore loser to get her down.

Even if it was a really small fish, barely the size of her hand.

“You've been here longer than I and that's your first catch?”

Instead of responding verbally Fie closed the distance with Altina before patting her on the head, “There, there. I'm sure you'll catch something... eventually.”

“Don't do that.” Altina hissed, swiping her hand away, “You aren't Instructor Rean.”

Despite herself Fie sighed wistfully as she recalled that one experience, “Yeah. His are much better...”

She realized her mistake as soon as Altina froze. The gaze of the short girl grew intense as she scrutinized Fie with a pronounced frown on her face, “...How would you know?”

Sweating nervously Fie looked for an escape from the situation she found herself in. Thankfully, she spotted one walking not too far from their position. “Heeeeeey! Kuuuurt! Over here!”

Yelling loudly across town while waving an arm like a lunatic? Totally out of character. But right now the need for a distraction outweighed any other concern.

It would have felt really bad if the swordsman had ignored her painfully loud cries, but thankfully he didn't and instead approached the duo. With raised eyes Kurt glanced between the two of them, then to the rods in their hands, before finishing with the fish still dangling from her rod, “What are you doing?”

“...What does it look like we're doing?” Were it not for the fact that Fie was desperately trying – and probably failing – to get Altina to forget about their previous interaction she would have given her a pat on the head for that retort. Her friend was learning!

Kurt let out a tired sigh, “That's a fair point, I suppose.”

“You should join us. The imports shop is selling fishing poles at a low cost right now.” Altina said.

“Tell 'em I sent you and you'll get an even bigger discount.” Fie supported.

The Vander glanced between the water and the two of them before sighing again, “...Very well. I could use something relaxing after today's Chess Club meeting.”

Score! Second referral acquired. She didn't really know how useful the free stuff she was getting would be, but she had eyes - Rean's fishing rod was far cooler than the basic thing she had.

Her attempts to return to fishing after Kurt left were stymied by a pair of eyes focused upon her, “...You are a dangerous person.” Altina muttered before returning to her own line.

Fie had a funny feeling that she wasn't referring to her military background or her fishing prowess with that statement.

By the time the Vander returned five minutes later they had both caught two fish, something which Altina made a point of mentioning. Fie found it to be pretty immature of the stoic girl to act like this was some kind of contest, because it definitely wasn't.

...Unless she won, naturally.

“Soooo....” Fie drawled as the only boy in Class VII dipped his lure into the water, “You seem pretty tired. Something happen?”

“It's your fault, actually.” His words caused the former jaeger to blink in confusion. She definitely hadn't done anything to mess with her friend. That day, at least.

Seeing her confusion Kurt shook his head before elaborating, “We aren't the only ones who have noticed that you have changed, even if we're the only ones who know why. You've started to garner some interest from the other students. Sidney in particular seems to think he has a chance with you. He kept asking me questions about you all throughout club today.”

Fie tilted her head in thought as she pondered his words. Had she really begun appearing more approachable lately? She didn't really think so, but it was probably possible. Others would probably notice it more than she had.

But the most important question on her mind, “...Who is Sidney?”

“Ouch.” Kurt shook his head with a smile, “That is pretty much what I expected.” After a brief chuckle the swordsman shook his head, “We must be really bored. I can't believe we are really copying Instructor Rean's stupid hobby.”

“It is rather unfortunate.”

“Yup. Pretty weird.” Best to not remind the others that she was the one who started it.

Running his free hand through his hair, Kurt turned towards the two girls with a pleading expression on his face, “Do you think we can at least pretend this is some kind of emotional training? Something about remaining calm maybe? I mean Instructor Rean seems to have a good grip on his emotions and maybe fishing had something to do with it...?”

He was clearly grasping at straws, but Fie had to at least consider his words, “I've seen a few jaegers who do weirder things before battle...”

“That's not it at all.” Altina had a pronounced frown on her face as she spoke, “During my many missions with him we would often encounter bodies of water. It didn't matter if it was before, after, or even during a battle, he would always demand we stop so he could cast a few lines in the water... It was rather annoying.”

“Wait. You mean he would make you stand there while he fished?” A nod was Altina's reply, “And he never bothered to let you try until Sutherland?” Another nod, “What a jerk.”

“I have to agree with Fie. What a jerk indeed.”

“Hey guys!” Oh look. Here comes Juna to round out the squad. The pink-haired girl stopped at the end of the bridge and gave the three of them a flat look, “...What are you doing?”

Fie looked towards Kurt. Altina looked towards Kurt. Kurt let out a sigh, “We are fishing, obviously.”

Dammit Kurt. He broke the combo.

After shooting a final look of disappointment to the unawares swordsman she turned her gaze back to the girl from Crossbell, “Hurry up and get a rod so you can join us.”

“What she said.” Was all Altina muttered as the young girl found herself far more interested in a tug on her line. Fie scowled. She was not going to fall behind!

Juna looked between them with a disbelieving stare, before shaking her head with a sigh, “For real?” If Fie knew the girl half as well as she thought than she knew the inner conflict going through her head right now was a debate between allowing herself to be peer pressured into something as dumb as fishing or not. A debate with one obvious choice, “...Fine! Don't go anywhere!”

Fie considered suggesting to the others they do just that, 'cause being gone by the time Juna returned would have been funny, but beyond the obvious difficulty of convincing the others to follow suit there was the fact that doing so would mean Altina would end up with the most fish caught. The quiet girl would never let her live it down.

Instead she focused all her attention on the water, something which paid off almost immediately as she reeled in a nice looking fish. Kurt also managed to catch two, but she wasn't concerned about him. There was only a little more time before the onset of darkness and dinner, so the next few minutes promised to be decisive.

“I'm back!” Juna really didn't need to say that considering how loud and bright the girl was, but she responded to the words with a nod regardless, “So was this something that just happened randomly, or did you guys just decide to do this without me?”

“Pretty sure this was entirely unplanned.”

“It was.” Altina confirmed Kurt's words, “The only explanation I can think of is that somehow Fie is working with the shop owner to sell us rods for some reason.”

“Damn, you're sharp.”

Juna looked confused for a moment before seemingly shrugging it off as unimportant, “Uh huh... Well, whatever. I guess this is a good way to relax. Tennis Club was a pain!”

She was obviously fishing for sympathy, but Fie had already used up her limited interest with Kurt. He meanwhile proved he could be surprisingly heartless as she spotted the grin on his face that he concealed from Juna by glancing away. Altina... had already tuned out the conversation as she was entirely focused on her line in the water.

That little... Fie growled before hastily following suit. She wasn't losing!

“Wow.” Juna muttered after a long awkward silence, “You guys really suck.”

Her mood worsened when someone began to snicker at her misfortune. Fie belatedly realized it was her, although both Kurt and Altina had sly little smirks on their faces.

“Fine! Whatever! See if I care! I'm just gonna tell the fish all about my day, and I'll do it really loudly! See if you can ignore that!”

Juna clearly underestimated Fie's ability to tune out things when she wanted to, but fortunately for the Crossbellian that was a lesson she wouldn't be learning that day. She couldn't say she was all that interested in the happenings of the Tennis Club, but she still intended to listen.

'Cause that's what friends do.

Rean found himself thinking about his just finished meeting with Principal Le Guin as he entered Leeves proper. The formidable warrior had attempted to be subtle with her words – which was admittedly quite a surprise for such a straightforward person – but the overall point of the meeting wasn't lost on him.

She was planning on moving a couple more students into Class VII after the upcoming field study.

In hindsight it made a lot of sense. His class only had four students while both Towa and Randy had double that. Moving a student from each of their groups into his own would balance the numbers better.

Aurelia hadn't said which students she had in mind, but the young teacher had an inkling of an idea. Two of them had already proven to be quite the troublemakers back on their previous field study, and he had a feeling they would fit in quite well with Class VII.

He stopped walking as he considered his words. Was it wrong that he considered his students to be a bunch of troublemakers?

Oh well. It wasn't as if his class had been much better. Maybe that was simply a Class VII thing?

He had intended on taking a fairly direct route back to the dorms, with only a brief stop to chat with Munk on his itinerary. That plan was put on hold when he heard laughter from the river. And not just any laughter, either.

It was laughter he was quite familiar with.

Being the curious guy he was, he couldn't stop himself from turning towards that exit of Leeves and moving a little closer to investigate. Sure enough, upon coming into view of the bridge he saw exactly who he thought it would be. What they were doing, however, was enough to give the Ashen Chevalier pause.

His kids were all fishing together.

That none of them noticed him despite his lack of hiding spoke volumes of how invested they were in his favorite hobby. That notion was enough to cause a swell of elation to rise inside him. Seeing them hanging out and having fun together this quickly...

He supposed in that regard they were different from his class. Machias and Jusis needed a little longer to recover from their spat. Maybe it was a benefit of the smaller class size?

Still, as good as things currently stood he knew there were still issues to be resolved. Juna was a good student most of the time, but given her past she was a minefield he needed to be careful around. Fie had responded admirably to the reappearance of her old family, but she would need to make a major decision in the future. And Altina was making great strides herself, but student life was still a novel experience to the agent and he wanted to keep watching over her for a while longer while she adjusted.

At least Kurt seemed to be a lot more confident in himself now. He didn't think he would have any more trouble with his fellow swordsman.

Still, while he wasn't so naive as to think those issues could be overcome immediately, he was confident that they could be overcome in time, especially so long as they had good friends at their side. Hopefully he could play a small part in that learning experience too, both as a teacher and as a friend. It was why he became an instructor, after all.

For a brief moment he considered joining them, but decided against it. Best to let them develop their bonds organically. Besides, he could always use it against them later on if he discovers a great fishing spot on an upcoming excursion.

With a warm feeling burning in his chest Rean turned away from the students and made his way into town proper. After making that quick stop to chat with Munk he decided to make another detour, this time to sate his curiosity. Thankfully Nyo-Sui-An was on the way.

“Ah, instructor! You look to be in a good mood today.” The old man greeted as he stepped into the mostly vacant shop.

“I could say the same about you, Rod, and I suspect it's for the same reason.”

The shopkeeper gave an understanding hum, “So those are your students?”

“The one and only Class VII: Special Operations.”

“Heh. They're good kids. You've done well, instructor.”

Rean let out a small laugh, “I haven't done much. Everything they've accomplished has been because of them. I have to ask though... How did it happen?”

“A couple hours ago the quiet girl came in. She didn't seem to have anything specific in mind, but I caught her staring at the fishing display and gave her a special deal. All it took was a free rod and the promise for some extra accessories if she helped bring me more anglers.”

“I see...” His class had multiple individuals that fell under the description of 'quiet girl,' but if he was willing to bet his fifty mira – which he wasn't – he would place it on being Fie. That definitely sounded more up her alley.

“Gwahaha!” The elderly man laughed boisterously, “Better watch out instructor, or your students will end up surpassing you before you know it, especially once they get their hands on some of this new stuff the Lakelords sent me!”

Rean too laughed, but not nearly as loudly as the other man, “As a teacher I suppose I would be happy if my students managed to surpass me. Still, I think we both know it's gonna take more than some good accessories to overtake experience and passion.”

“True enough, instructor, but it will definitely make a difference. Take this tuned gear for example. With it you can reel in your line much faster than before. Perfect for those moments when the fish exhausts itself!”

Rean knew exactly what the man was trying to do, but he couldn't help but bite regardless, “...How much is it?”

“Ten thousand.”

Oof. That was a lot of mira, especially for an instructor. Still, if there was one benefit from all his time spent working as the Ashen Chevalier it was that the government paid exceedingly well. He did have a modest nest egg saved in case of emergencies...

An image of his students standing triumphantly with larger fish than what he had caught came to mind. Any respect they would have had for him would be lost for sure. He shuddered. This was definitely an emergency!

“Well, as a teacher I would be happy if my students surpassed me, but as an angler I would be pretty upset. You've got yourself a deal.”

As Rod bagged up his newest purchase Rean couldn't help but think back to the scene on the bridge. His students had definitely come a long way since those first days. Maybe he should attempt to treat them to a meal again? It definitely couldn't be as bad as the last time.

Although perhaps he should wait on that idea. They would be getting new arrivals in just a couple weeks. What better way to welcome them to Class VII?

He smiled to himself as he left the store. Things were definitely looking up.

Chapter Text

Altina Orion had been led to believe that free days were supposed to be enjoyable activities. A day spent with nothing but club activities and free training that allowed for personal growth and relaxation in equal measures. It was something that Instructor Rean had told her many times since her arrival at this school.

It would appear that the Ashen Chevalier was a liar.

What other explanation could there be for her miserable morning? Upon waking up that morning she had noticed her favorite cap had gone missing. She was positive she had worn it into her room the previous night, but try as she might she could not locate it. Even asking Juna for help – Fie having uncharacteristically left the room early that morning – had yielded no results. It seemed she had no alternative but to grudgingly accept the hat as lost.

After that miserable start she had gone to the academy because Leonora wanted all the swimming club to get in some early reps that morning. After two months of practicing Altina had been determined to make it the entire length of the pool without stopping. With her club leader cheering her on she had leapt into the water and begun swimming with all her determination...

She had failed.

Sure it hadn't been all bad – she had set a personal record for distance traveled – but failing a mission was a terrible feeling. That compounded with the loss of her favorite hat had left the homunculi feeling despondent as she wandered around the school aimlessly. Maybe she should just go back into town and drown her misery in fluffy pancakes and delicious syrup-

“Arf!”

She blinked in confusion. Why was there a small dog sitting by her feet wagging its tail happily, and why had it chosen to break her out of her delicious daydream?

“Nice one, Cerb.” Altina had a strong suspicion that any answers she was to receive would come from her classmate and friend who was rapidly approaching after the dog, “What's up, Altina?”

“Fie. Why are you walking a-” She froze. There, in Fie's hand... “Why do you have my hat?!”

Her classmate glanced down at the object in her possession before looking back at her with a crooked grin, “I borrowed it.”

“You... borrowed my hat...” Altina blinked in disbelief, “...without asking my permission?”

“Yep. Xeno always told me it's easier to ask for forgiveness than it is permission. Here ya go.”

She blinked once again as she tried to comprehend Fie's words, even as her fellow silver-haired girl sloppily placed the hat on her head, “...Easier to ask for forgiveness than asking permission? I... suppose that makes some sense.” She hated to concede that fact considering it was her who suffered from the act, “But why did you take my hat in the first place?”

“'Cause of Cerb here.”

“Arf!”

Altina looked down at 'Cerb'. The puppy looked back at her. It was certainly a cute enough dog, but looking at him provided absolutely no answers.

Instead she returned her gaze to her classmate. She didn't say anything, but she was beginning to understand how to apply facial expressions to conversation. By narrowing her eyes in annoyance she was pretty sure she was silently telling Fie to elaborate.

“Accepted a job at Neinvalli. I have a little experience with the monsters jaegers like to use so Jingo wanted me to give Cerberus a little extra training.”

“I take it you are teaching him how to track people by their scent?”

Fie nodded with a wide smile, “Yup. Pretty sure the goal is for Cerb to start doing deliveries to the regulars in the future. It's gonna be so awesome having him show up to the dorm with all my stuff each month.”

“Woof!”

Altina could already envision the sheer chaos that would ensue the first time this dog appeared at the door to their dorm building with a bag full of grenades, explosives, ammunition, and all the other illegal items her friend seemed fond of using, Juna especially was gonna freak out.

“I see. It does seem very practical.” ...But she wasn't Juna. Maybe she should check out the shop and see if there's anything she would want to order? A shame Claiomh Solais didn't operate well far from her location or she could have had her combat shell do deliveries for her as well.

“It is, isn't it? I'm more of a cat person, but dogs are pretty great too.” To accentuate the point Fie kneeled down to pamper the little puppy, causing it to bark in excitement.

Altina bit her lip. She had never understood the obsession people had with animals but there was something about how Cerberus' ears perked up that made her really want to join Fie in scratching them. The former jaeger didn't say anything, but the sly grin she gave before gesturing with her head towards the dog was all the convincing she needed.

Even as she was soothed by the feeling of soft fur in her hands she shot a glare towards her fellow dog patter, “...Why did you 'borrow' my hat? Why not borrow from Juna or Kurt or anyone else?” Was it wrong of her to wish it had been them to suffer? Possibly. That seemed like the kind of thing Instructor Rean would chastise her for.

But not having her favorite hat had left her more irritable than what a single dog could cure.

“Don't worry, I did.” That easy response caused her to raise her eyes in interest, prompting Fie to reach into one of her pockets, “Let's see... I got Juna's favorite Mishy plush, some pieces from Kurt's chess board, and Rean's stupid fake glasses.”

“I... What? H-How?” Another experience that was new to Altina: Finding herself rendered completely speechless.

Fie meanwhile looked more proud than anything, “Sneaking into Kurt's room was easy. Rean's room was more tricky cause they're all a bunch of monsters up there, but as long as I knew Principal Le Guin was gone I wasn't too worried about it. Could always make up a dumb excuse if Rean, Randy, or Towa caught me.”

“No wonder Kurt looked so confused this morning. I am certain he has been looking for his pieces at the Chess Cl-”

“Shh! No spoilers!” Fie glared at her as she hurried to cover both of Cerberus' ears with her hands, causing the dog to tilt his head cutely in confusion, “He needs to find Kurt on his own. He doesn't want your help.”

“I am fairly certain the dog would not know where the club-” Fie's glare intensified, “...where the place is, considering he has never been on this campus before.”

Her classmate gave a shrug even as she removed her hands, “Probably, but Jingo's been talking about teaching him how to read. Don't wanna risk it.”

“...Dog's can't read.”

“Cerb can. He's a smart dog.”

“Arf!”

Altina had studied multiple databases before coming to this school. All information she possessed was quite adamant that dogs could not read. And yet as she stared at the small puppy who was wagging his tail with an oblivious look on his face...

“Just... hurry up and return the stuff you stole.”

“Borrowed.” Altina was sorely sorely tempted to call Claiomh Solais to her side in that moment. Instructor Rean would understand. If a little violence was all it would take to rid herself of this headache, then... “Wanna come with?”

She opened her mouth to steadfastly refuse. Even if she had no current plans anything would beat the insanity that Fie Claussell provided. And yet before the first sound exited her mouth she paused, as Cerberus had trotted up to her and was now sitting at her feet, staring up at her with big soulful eyes, causing her to hesitate.

Shaking her head Altina refocused herself. She was not the kind of person to let herself get swayed by a cute puppy, even if the dog had such soft fur and ears that just begged to be scratched. She was a member of the intelligence agency and the designated partner to Erebonia's Ashen Chevalier! She was the Black Workshop's Black Rabbit! She placed her foot down and prepared to tell Fie off on no uncertain-

Cerberus let out a pitiful whine.

Fie was in a good mood after she returned Cerberus to Jingo and saw Altina off. And why wouldn't she be? Walking a dog and messing with her friends? Best job ever. Combining petty theft with an adorable puppy made for a lethal combination that she would need to consider again in the future.

Maybe she should see if Jingo wants to hire her on as a part time employee? Nah. Not her style. Working on a schedule sounded awful. But she'll definitely make herself available for any odd tasks from the tiny black market dealer.

She was broken from her good mood by the chime of her ARCUS II, signaling a new message. Odd. Rean had warned them that he would be calling them later for their Einhel Keep trial, but that should have been much later. Curiously, she opened her combat orbment and read the newly arrived message from an unknown number.

'It is time to honor our arrangement. Please come to the Tea Ceremony club room as soon as possible.' -Musse Egret.

Her eye twitched. She'd almost forgotten about that accursed deal she had made before losing to the mint-haired girl. Annoyingly Musse didn't give away many hints with her message, only that the location would be in her club room.

And how did she get Fie's number anyways?!

With a sigh she began making her way back to the school. She had already made the contract so there was no backing out of it now. That was the jaeger way, after all.

But that didn't mean she couldn't drag her feet the entire way.

After a walk that took twice as long as it should have Fie found herself standing in front of the room. With a second sigh she squared her shoulders and opened the door. What she found inside... was an empty room.

“Oh. You're here earlier than I anticipated. How unexpected.”

Whirling around she found Musse standing there with a bag in her hand. Had she just arrived herself? Did she really anticipate her taking her sweet time getting there?

This girl was both annoying and mysterious in equal measures. It really bugged Fie.

“So what is it you want me to do?” She asked at length, not wanting to remain in suspense any longer.

Musse let out an airy giggle, “Like I said before, it's nothing terrible. All I want from you is...” Fie braced herself for something terrible, “...to join us in our tea ceremony today!”

“...Huh?” She had to have misheard, right?

“You heard correctly.” The other girl replied with a teasing grin, “I want you to join us today.”

She blinked. This... was really confusing. Also this definitely fit under her definition of terrible, “But... why?”

“Because you're such a lovely girl, yet you're always hiding that fact with a slovenly appearance and lazy attitude.” Fie would have glared at Musse for that comment, but found herself cut off by the bag being shoved into her hands, “I suppose it's understandable given your background, but it's such a shame! I want to help you. Look! I've even had a kimono prepared for you.”

Indeed, as the flabbergasted girl peered into the bag she confirmed that yes indeed there was a kimono inside it. Pulling it out she stared blankly at the light blue clothing, distantly noting that it was adorned with an intricate pattern of golden flowers all across the hem of the kimono.

Had she been in the right mind she would have wondered how Musse was able to get something this quickly or how she managed to get it in her size without ever measuring her.

“Isn't it lovely? For some reason when I think of you I think of flowers. And look! They're even the same color as your eyes!”

“Uhh...” Try as she might it was impossible for her to form a coherent thought in her mind. It took a lot to overwhelm the former jaeger, but somehow Musse was able to pull it off with ease.

Said girl giggled, clearly taking amusement in her struggle, “Well, don't just stand there gawking. Let's go in so you can get changed before the others arrive. I'm sure you'll need help with that... Oh! I know! We should do your hair while we're at it!”

Fie really wanted to say something. Anything would have sufficed. But once again words failed her and so she found herself dragged into the club room by a madly grinning Musse. The sound of the door slamming shut behind her was like a gong signaling the terrible fate that had befallen the girl.

Fifteen minutes later and Fie had rebooted her brain enough to finally comprehend what had happened to her. And yet despite that as she gazed into a mirror the only explanation she could come up with was that there was an alien gazing back at her. It definitely couldn't have been her.

“Ta-da!” Behind her – or in front of her since she was staring at a mirror – Musse let out a happy exclamation as she finished putting her hair into a bun, “All finished! What do you think?”

“How does someone fight in this?” Fie groused petulantly as she took slow halting steps in the garment she found herself in. Right now she found herself really missing her old jaeger outfit, and even her annoying school uniform was a vast improvement over this abomination!

And yet despite the petty complaint Musse let out a knowing giggle, “With deception, naturally. Few people would expect an elegant lady in a kimono to be a threat, but those sleeves can hide a lot of weapons. I am quite certain that someone with your reputation can understand the benefits of such a tactic.”

The Class VII girl scowled, not having expected her petty complaint to be answered so decisively. Of course she could see the benefits to such a plan. The number of tools and weapons she could hide on her person right now...

“Don't be like that.” Musse chided gently, “Be honest with me. How do you think you look right now. Cute, yes?”

With all her annoyances thrown away the girl was forced to seriously look at the mirror. What she saw... “I dunno much about cute, but it's definitely different. I barely recognize myself.” Really were it not for the fact the doppelganger in the mirror was giving the same bland expression she was she might have thought the image was an illusion or something. “It's... not bad, I guess.”

“See? Was it really so hard to be honest with yourself?” Fie rolled her eyes causing Musse to giggle again. She might have said more but they were interrupted by a knock on the door, “Ah! That must be the others.”

Fie blinked. To be honest she wasn't actually sure who was in this club besides Musse. That answer was soon provided when the mint-haired girl opened the door and after a few words two other individuals came in.

“Oh. It's Fie.”

“Eep!”

Maya she knew pretty well. True to word whenever the former jaeger got the urge to practice cooking the other girl would dutifully lend her services. From what Fie had learned the girl was one of few words but many stomachs. Someone she could definitely get along with.

The smaller boy who had retreated behind the black-haired girl... Kairi, she thought his name was? Another member of Class IX. She didn't know much about him except that he seemed like a wimp.

“I decided to invite her to join us-”

“More like she blackmailed me.”

“...Into joining us today. I hope neither of you mind.” Somehow Musse was able to give that entire lie of a statement without pause and with a radiant smile on her face, even with Fie's interruption.

Maya nodded her head with a small smile, “Sure. I don't mind.”

Kairi on the other hand looked positively terrified, “I..uh...”

“Relax. I don't bite.” Fie commented warmly.

The boy visibly deflated, “I wasn't-”

“...Unless someone hires me to, at least. Hope you don't have any rich enemies.”

“Eep!”

She received a gentle nudge from Musse's elbow, “Fie! Don't scare him!” Despite the words she had a feeling that Musse was secretly amused by the whole situation.

“I-I wasn't scared. Real Erebonian men don't get scared because of a few rumors!”

Okay? That was a weird statement. She glanced over at Maya, but the girl merely gave a shrug before shaking her head, silently telling her to just roll with it. Easy enough.

Green tea, Fie decided, wasn't bad, but it was a little too bitter for her tastes. Of course she could say the same on the rare occasion when when she had sampled other teas, but right now it was the lighter beverage in her hand as she sat through the strange ceremony that Musse was presiding over.

On the plus side the manipulative girl had arranged to have plenty of kusa mochi and other snacks on hand for the tea ceremony and those were pretty damn good. This whole situation had gotten a whole lot better when she stopped giving lip service to all the actions she was supposed to take as part of the proper ceremony in lieu of quietly munching on food, something which neither of the more professional members of this club seemed to mind.

Kairi might have minded, but considering he was somehow struggling more than Fie he didn't have the right to complain about her.

“How are you able to do it!?” Instead he complained to her, earlier fear seemingly forgotten in favor of frustration.

“Do what?” At first she was confused at the question, but following his gaze led her to her legs, not that she could see them herself. Quickly she put the pieces together – she had merely mimicked the two veterans in their sitting position, but the sole boy in the room had been unable to do so, instead losing his balance twice before giving up and sitting in a normal position, “You mean sitting like this? Dunno, I just did it.”

“Gah!” The young nobleman was clearly not happy with her answer, “I don't get it! It's too hard! Is it because you're all girls?”

She snorted at the unintentionally sexist comment, which was probably an unwelcome gesture at a tea ceremony, not that she cared, “Definitely not. I know a guy nicknamed the Behemoth. Twice your height, four times your weight. A professional killer through and through. He could do something like this all day.” She probably could too if she wanted, but while she wasn't gonna complain like Kairi was, sitting on her feet like this definitely wasn't the most comfortable position, “Just gotta train yourself to be more flexible. Patience helps too, I guess.”

“So you're saying that getting better at seiza can make me more manly, just like that Behemoth guy?”

“Uh... Sure?” That definitely wasn't what she said, but the hopeful look in his eyes caused her to roll with it regardless. Maya and Musse's attempts at stifling their laughter didn't help matters any.

With that weird tangent finished Fie returned to her tea and snacks, only to find that the rest of the snacks had been stolen while she was distracted, and her tea was now cold. Just great. How could this get any worse-

The Zephyr member was broken out of her thoughts by knocking on the door. She just jinxed herself, didn't she?

“Musse? I'm here to deliver the tatami mat you ordered for club.”

Fie paled. She recognized that voice. This definitely just got a lot worse.

And yet Musse didn't seem to realize the situation as she gracefully rose to her feet, “Coming, Instructor Rean.”

Fie tried to intercept the girl to prevent her from opening the door, but sadly for her all the grace and agility she was known for as Sylphid was rendered useless by her current attire. Instead she managed to gracelessly face plant into the ground as the other student walked by, only just managing to get back to her feet by the time the door was opened.

“Whew. Glad you're here. This thing is heavier than it-” Rean trailed off as he noticed her for the first time, causing the student to color at the sheer humiliation of it all. He stared for a long moment with an owlish expression on his face before finally uttering one confused word, “...F-Fie?”

“Don't say a word.” She muttered out, unwilling to even look her teacher in the eye, “This wasn't by choice.”

“Aww.” Musse pouted at the instructor, “How come you're looking at her like that and not me?” The mint-haired girl leaned in to whisper to Fie, albeit loud enough for everyone to hear without any difficulty, “All I got was a blush from him, but you're getting such a longing look. I'm so jealous! I need to step up my game!”

“I'm not...!” He began to protest, before pausing to let out a tired sigh. Clearly he has had his own run-ins with the manipulative witch known as Musse Egret, “...I'm just going to leave now. I need to meet someone at the train station in a few minutes.”

Musse opened her mouth to tease him more, but the swordsman was already gone, “Phooey. I was going to invite him to join us, too.” Despite the supposed failure of her plan the girl giggled happily before returning to her seat.

Fie reluctantly followed suit, but not before sticking her head out the door to check the halls. Good. No sign of her classmates. Them showing up was the only way this could get any worse.

Maybe her humiliation was finally at an end?

After that traumatizing ordeal Fie found herself walking away from the campus main building. She had no destination in mind, but her only objective was to get as far away from the school as humanly possible lest Musse somehow rope her into another miserable activity.

That girl was just too dangerous.

Her plan was to wander around aimlessly until she either found something to amuse her or decided to take a nap – in the safety of her dorm room, of course. She knew that Rean had another trial for them to do at some point, and the Cooking Club was having an evening meeting, but for now she was free to do whatever she wanted. Maybe she could-

Fie paused. She recognized the blue-haired woman walking alongside her instructor.

“Oh. Hello, Fie.” It seemed the reverse held true as they approached her as soon as they noticed her presence.

“Rean. Laura.” She greeted with a nod before giving the pair a suspicious look, “What are you guys doing?”

“She messaged me earlier about a place to train, so I suggested the Keep. I was just taking her there now that we've finished touring the campus.”

Fie nodded her head. That explanation checked out with what little she knew of the swordswoman, “Huh. Neat. Have fun with-”

“Actually...” Laura glanced between her and her teacher with a curious look on her face, “I know I requested your presence, but I would very much be interested in attempting the trial alongside Fie...”

“Huh?!”

Despite being just as surprised as she was, Rean was a lot quicker at recovering as he tilted his head with a contemplative expression, “Hmm... We still have our class trial later today, but given how short the professor said this one would be I'll allow it, but only if Fie is willing.”

Now on the spot she could only blink in confusion, “But... why?”

Her hesitant words caused Laura to giggle in amusement, “It's because I find myself curious about you.” At her continued confusion the Arseid elaborated further, “I will freely admit that I've lived a... sheltered life. I have always believed that the path of the knight was both just and virtuous, which naturally meant the path of the mercenary was one of evil.”

The powerful woman seemed to fight the urge to look away as an expression of shame adorned her face, “During the civil war Instructor Sara's background as a jaeger was revealed to us. For the briefest of moments I hesitated, almost as if learning about her prior profession had caused nearly a year of trust to become undone in an instant. In a way I was quite fortunate that we were in the middle of a major battle as the constant fighting gave me time to sort through my feelings and realize just how petty I was being.”

Laura shook her head before giving her a warm smile, “The shame from that day has prevented me from questioning her further about her past, but the need to understand more has been frustrating in its intensity. Thus when we were informed that Instructor Sara had met someone with a similar background who was now a student in Rean's class my curiosity was piqued.”

“I see...” Sure Fie had expected something along those lines from the noblewoman, but the intensity of her speech left her in awe. There was no way even someone like her could refuse the request after that! That being said... “I don't mind telling you my story, but why do you want me to fight beside you?” Even as Fie asked it she had an inkling she already knew the answer.

Something which was confirmed by the older girl, “Perhaps it is a mere indulgence on my part, but I find it far easier to understand someone by seeing how they fight. Perhaps a duel would be more ideal, but fighting monsters as comrades should be sufficient, I would think.”

She shot a pointed look towards Rean, silently conveying that he owed her big time for this. For his part the teacher just gave her a sheepish grin. Oh yeah. All the extra credit was coming to her.

She would make sure of it.

“Alright. Let's do it.”

“Excellent! Thank you for humoring my selfish request.”

“Mmm.” After that the two of them bid farewell to the Ashen Chevalier before making their way towards Einhel Keep as a duo. Along the way Fie once again recounted her story, albeit a far more abridged version than the one she told her closest friends. Laura didn't seem to mind and save for a few small questions was content to listen silently to the tale.

After reaching the keep the pair exchanged a few words with the crusty professor. A part of her was almost hoping the stubborn old man would refuse since he had been expecting to collect data from Rean and Laura, but outside of a brief grump the man waved the two of them to the elevator and into the keep proper.

“So how do you want to do this?” Fie asked as soon as they encountered the first group of monsters.

“Just fight like you normally would.” Laura told her, “That's all I ask. I want to see how you operate on the battlefield.”

She shrugged, silently accepting the request. With no further discussion needed she formed a combat link with the Old Class VII member. Through the link she could feel Laura's calmness and confidence, traits befitting the knightly lady.

With that finished she launched herself towards the group of three enemies, Laura hot on her heels. Either they hadn't noticed the arrival of the humans or were simply too slow to react as the first one fell almost immediately to a single thrust from her gunblades into the vulnerable neck.

Before she could move further, however, one of the other monsters reared back and shot something nasty out of its mouth towards her. Naturally she rolled out of the way of such an attack, and as she regained her feet she took some shots at the creature. While they didn't do much to the armored carapace of the enemy it was enough to cause it to fixate entirely upon her.

...Which made it easy pickings when Laura arrived to cleave it in twain effortlessly, with the third enemy following suit to a second slash.

Fie almost whistled. The power the older girl possessed was insane. Sure they weren't the most dangerous of monsters, but she cut through their armored hides like it was nothing. The entire battle had finished in a matter of seconds.

Shortly after they came across a second group of monsters. Fie prepped to charge in, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder, “Allow me to take the lead this time, if you will.” With a shrug, she acquiesced, allowing the blue-haired girl to charge in first, greatsword at the ready.

Even she found herself somewhat intimidated at the sight of a charging Laura, so it wasn't surprising at all when the monsters focused entirely on her. Not that Fie minded the slight at all, considering it gave her an opening too juicy to ignore. While the monsters tried to swarm the Arseid she contented herself to blend in the background as she quickly but quietly circled around the enemies.

With her in position and the monsters still trying to overwhelm the immovable Laura it was a simple thing for her to exit out of stealth and clear the room in a matter of seconds with a barrage of bullets and swift slashes. She let out a yawn as she sheathed her gunblades, “Easy.”

“Indeed it was.” Laura agreed with a giggle as they began progressing once again, “I believe I am starting to understand how you operate.”

“Oh?”

“You are a very opportunistic fighter, always seeking to create an advantage over your opponent.”

Fie blinked, that seemed like a pretty fair assessment, all things considered, “Do you see that as a bad thing?”

“Perhaps in another time I would have, but now I simply see just how effective it is. The fact you are as willing to create an opening with your speed as you are to exploit an opening created by others leads me to believe that despite your mercenary heritage you aren't a selfish individual at all. I just have one question for you?”

“Oh?”

Laura didn't say anything immediately, instead focusing her gaze forward, prompting Fie to do the same. It appeared they had reached the final room of the trial, but naturally that meant the most dangerous encounter was there too. A large group of monsters stared down the two girls, clearly thinking that they were the predators in this encounter, “What do you do when there are no openings available to exploit?”

Well that was an easy question to answer. Fie reached down to one of her pockets before pulling out one of her flashbangs, presenting it to the Old Class VII member, “I just make my own.” Without hesitation she pulled the pin and tossed the grenade, “Might wanna close your eyes!”

Whether Laura did or did not she was unsure as she was quick to take her own advice just before the explosive detonated. Being used to her tools she didn't allow the ringing of her ears to bother her as she charged into the group of disoriented monsters, stabbing, slashing, and shooting her way through their ranks.

Once she made it through the enemy formation she turned around to continue her rampage... only to pause as she witnessed the last enemy falling beneath Laura's sword, “Damn. Didn't think you would recover so quickly. You have experience with flashbangs?”

“Not at all. It was certainly quite... disorienting. Not a very pleasant experience.”

“And yet you still managed to take out over half of them.” Fie shook her head tiredly, “...You really are something else, aren't you?” That someone close to her age could follow silly knightly combat traditions and still be on the same level as someone like Shirley was a bit of an eye-opener to her. Sure the other members of the original Class VII she had met had all proven to be quite competent, but this was something else entirely!

“Haha. I thank you for the compliment, but I still have a long way to go before I will feel worthy of being called a master. Still...” Laura paused to take stock of their now empty surroundings, “Having you by my side certainly made things a lot easier. I think we made a pretty good team, don't you?”

Oddly enough... “Yeah. I think so.” Combining her mobility and opportunism with Laura's overwhelming power and presence turned these battles into an absolute joke, “Pretty fun, too.”

“Indeed.” Laura's amusement faded slightly, “Still, as much as I would love to continue working with you we had best be getting back. I need to catch the afternoon train and I do believe you have another trial awaiting you.”

“Ugh...” She had been trying to avoid thinking about that. Still, as the two of them made their exit from the keep Fie couldn't help but think this had been a productive use of her time. Not only had she gotten a first row seat to the might of the original Class VII, but she had even made a new friend. Not a bad day at all.

Chapter Text

“I'm bushed!” Juna's complaint was accentuated by her slamming her head onto the table, creating an audible thud.

Fie wasn't the only one to glare at the oblivious girl after her action nearly caused her drink to topple, “Suck it up. You aren't the one who had to go through it twice.”

“How did you end up fighting alongside a member of the Old Class VII... again?” Altina questioned.

“Wrong place at the wrong time, mostly.” She had no desire to detail the conversation that had all but forced her into participating.

Unlike the others who gazed at her with a mix of sympathy or amusement, Kurt looked rather put out, “A shame Laura has already left. I would love to have an opportunity to battle alongside a member of the Arseid family.”

“Next time I'll call you and let you replace me.” Fie snarked. She was serious, too. Two extracurricular trips into the mechanical dungeon was two too many for her. Someone else could suffer next time!

“W-Well...” The voice came from Tita, the one outsider in their little group, “I think you guys did really well. I knew Professor Schmidt had been working on that custom archaism for a while, but I didn't think he would make you guys fight it so soon. I was pretty worried there...”

That friendly comment caused Juna to growl dangerously, “That man... I would have so much to complain about if I didn't already know how pointless it was!”

True to words, she had tried to pick a fight with the crusty old scientist multiple times during and after their second excursion as a class into the Einhel Keep. Between the news that he had been responsible for the weapons used against Crossbell, the layout of the keep forcing her to go through multiple vents – something which Fie couldn't resist teasing her about – and the fact he made them fight a homemade archaism at the end, it was a minor miracle that Mount Juna hadn't fully erupted yet.

And despite all that nothing she said or did seemed to faze Schmidt any. He wasn't just a crusty old bastard, he was The Crusty Old Bastard. Fie could almost respect it.

“You think his meeting is about our next field exercise?” Fie asked before Juna could go on another rant. The his in this case being the one empty chair at their table, where Rean had been after treating them all to lunch. While they were able to take their time and enjoy the company he had practically shoveled his plate down before leaving for a scheduled meeting of the faculty.

“I would assume so.” Altina stoically answered.

Kurt sighed tiredly, although Fie doubted it had anything to do with the just finished trial, “I just hope the next one doesn't take us back to Sutherland.”

“Yep.” She could definitely agree to that! If the Goddess actually was real she would allow Fie a month with no personal drama.

“Heehee. I'm sure we'll find out tomorrow.” Tita agreed before groaning as she glanced at a clock, “Sorry guys, but I need to get going. Gotta make sure the soldats are ready for tomorrow. See you at club later?”

“Yep.” Fie repeated herself. If there was one thing she really liked about the Cooking Club it was how informal and infrequent it was. Their club activity for the day was helping Sandy cook something for dinner that night. Easy.

After the young engineer left the members of Class VII fell into a companionable silence as they worked their way through their burgers and salads. One thing Fie would never complain about at this school was the selection of food. She could die happy with the way she had been eating the previous two months!

But inevitably after such a big and tasty meal came the crash, and Fie could already feel it settling in... “Yaaaaawn.”

She blinked. That didn't come from her.

All eyes turned to the youngest member of the group, who seemed mildly perturbed, either at her action, or the fact that it caused everyone to focus on her. Naturally, however, she was quick to shake off the awkwardness as she rose from her chair, “I'm gonna lay down for a nap.”

It was only once Altina began heading towards the stairs to the roof that Fie realized her folly, “I dunno if that's such a good idea...” On one hand she was happy that her earlier lesson had taken hold and Altina now appreciated the value of a sunny nap, but on the other she was regretting that the entire lesson had been built on poor planning.

Principal Le Guin was currently within one hundred selge of the school! It was too dangerous!

Altina either didn't hear her warning or chose to ignore it completely as she ascended the stairs. Fie glanced towards her two remaining classmates for support, but found almost identical flat stares from both of them, “It's your own fault, you know.” Kurt stated simply, causing Juna to nod. Rude.

She might have been content to let things remain as they were and hope for the best, but that idea died a terrible death when the door to the cafeteria opened and in strolled the most terrifying woman in Erebonia. Aurelia barely spared the trio a glance as she crossed the room before grabbing a plate of food and settling in to eat.

“This is bad!” Fie hissed frantically. She might have been willing to throw Juna or Kurt to the proverbial wolf, but Altina was too innocent to die! “We gotta rescue her!”

The others seemed to understand the gravity of the situation as both nodded their assent and together the three of them tried to avoid notice as they followed Altina's path up the steps. Once out of Aurelia's direct line of sight they sped up before rushing out the door to the illusion of freedom that awaited them. There they expected to find their classmate settling in onto a bench for her rest.

Instead they found her hiding behind a corner of the roof while staring at something out of their view.

While Fie didn't know what was going on she at least understood that this was a stealth mission and reacted accordingly as she silently closed the gap with her classmate. The others followed her lead even if Juna seemed to be completely abysmal at being quiet. Together they reached Altina's position and glancing around the corner revealed...

Rean chatting with some blonde guy?

Further analysis of the situation revealed that neither of the two seemed very happy. Given the other guy looked to be around their age and was wearing a different colored uniform she could only assume he was a student from another school. Outside of that, however, the only other thing of note was the pompous look on his face. He was definitely someone important, but she had no idea-

“Prince Cedric?!”

...Thank you, Kurt.

His outburst drew all eyes to the students. While their teacher looked conflicted, the now-named Prince Cedric smirked at her friend, “Ah, hello, Kurt. It's been some time. Nearly half a year, I believe. I'm glad to see you again. I never expected someone of your caliber to enroll at the branch campus.”

One didn't need a combat link to tell that her friend was of conflicting emotions in that moment, “Is... Is that really you, Your Highness?”

“Indeed. I've grown quite a bit recently, so it's no wonder you don't recognize me. It seems the past few months have been difficult for you.” The smile on Cedric's face didn't seem to reach his eyes anymore, “I imagine after so many years of loyal service, it was a shock for the Vanders to be dismissed as the Imperial family's guardians. I'm sure it was difficult for you to accept, but there was no need to withdraw from your enrollment at the main campus.”

Oh yeah. He was definitely mocking Kurt. Fie decided that she did not like this guy.

He wasn't finished, either, as his eyes widened as if he had a brilliant idea, “But this is a perfect opportunity. You can transfer to the main campus along with Rean. I can even have you stationed as my guardian. It would be a simple matter for me to overrule the government's decision.”

Wait. What? Was he trying to poach both Kurt and Rean from this school! The place had only become tolerable due to the friends she was starting to make and this guy wanted to take them away?

Still, he was a prince. Fie wasn't much for politics or etiquette, but even she understood that you couldn't just run your mouth to a guy like- “Hey, you! Who do you think you are?! You're talking all big, but you're wearing a uniform just like ours!”

The former jaeger blinked as she and everyone else stared at her pink-haired friend. Bless your soul, Juna, but you are really dumb. Did she not hear Kurt's greeting?

For his part Cedric seemed rather amused, “Oh, you don't recognize me? Are you a foreigner, then? Or perhaps from one of our newer provinces?” By shifting his mockery from the more reserved Kurt to Juna he earned himself an angry growl for his efforts.

But the crown prince wasn't finished as he turned his focus to Altina, “Aha, and it's been a while since I've seen you, too, Miss Black Rabbit. Major Lechter and Lord Rufus told me you were attending this school. Well, if Rean transfers to the main campus, I can accept you tagging along with him.”

Like hell he was! Taking Rean and Kurt was bad enough, but now he wanted Altina too? That just wasn't going to happen. Maybe Juna had the right idea as she looked about ready to assault the guy.

Fie wondered if he was going to say something else as his look naturally shifted to her, but he merely sneered at her before turning back to Rean. Hurray for having no past with the guy and not running her mouth at him? “I'll return to hear your decision another day. I expect a favorable reply, Instructor Rean Schwarzer.”

With that the jerk of a prince strolled away like he owned the entire campus, which admittedly given that he was the crown prince might very well be the case. Still, that didn't mean she had to like it! Turning to the others revealed that all of them were in deep thought.

Rean was the first one to come to his senses, and with a few parting words he made his way back into the building. Fie watched his every step. Altina wasn't going anywhere without Rean, and after the last field study she had a suspicion that Kurt was probably of the same mind. If she wanted to make sure everyone was staying then Rean was the key.

Rean groaned aloud as he sensed it again. It was something he first noticed midway through giving Elliot a tour of the campus, and given the musician was probably halfway back to Heimdallr by now... It had been a long time.

He was being followed.

At first he had simply let it be since he wanted to enjoy the time with his friend and didn't get the feeling that his follower had any malicious intent. The skill of his pursuer also gave him a good idea on who it was.

“Are you going to keep following me all night, Fie?”

As expected, as soon as he announced her name she appeared, “You knew I was following you?”

Despite himself he couldn't help but roll his eyes, “Didn't we go through this already? I'm sure that you knew that I knew you were following me.”

The corner of her lips curled up slightly, “So does that mean you knew that I knew that you knew what I was doing?”

This time he was able to suppress the groan that he wanted to let out. She would definitely continue this game if he didn't move the conversation along, “So why? You've been following me since Elliot arrived.”

“Before, actually.” Her smirk stretched a little longer, clearly enjoying that she had gone undetected for a little while, “You're a pretty good swimmer.”

Ah. So she had watched his race with Wayne, huh? He supposed that made sense since he had been busy instructing the muscle enthusiast and hadn't been as focused with his surroundings.

But wait. If that was the case, “...Please tell me you didn't spy on me while I was changing?”

Rean was fairly certain that Fie wouldn't do something like that, but the way she silently answered his question with a shrug and a mischievous grin did not inspire confidence in him.

With that moment of levity out of the way the student frowned at him, “...You aren't actually leaving, are you?”

“Ah. So that's what this is about?” She said nothing in response, instead electing to furrow her brow at annoyance. With a sigh he considered how best to answer, “Personally? I would rather stay here. But I'm not sure it's entirely up to me anymore...”

“'Cause he's the prince?”

He nodded in affirmation, “'Cause he's the prince.”

The silver-haired girl scowled, “That's lame. You sure there's nothing you can do? When I was with Zephyr occasionally we'd get missions to put the fear of Aidios into some annoying noble. I'm sure if you wanted I could-”

“Please don't do anything illegal to the Crown Prince of Erebonia.”

The girl harrumphed in annoyance, “I still know a few jaegers. Maybe I could get their contact info for you so you can-”

“I'm not hiring jaegers to go after Prince Cedric either.”

“You really suck. You know that?” Fie fixed him with a pointed glare, “You're not allowed to go after forcing me to stick around here, got it?” He opened his mouth to protest her decision, but she cut him off once again, “The second you leave I'm out the door.”

“But-”

She shook her head, “No buts. All those points you made to convince me to stick around would sound a lot more hollow if you bolt, especially since one of your arguments was that Boss would be coming after you eventually... If you go I'll take my chances with the principal catching me.”

Rean could see the seriousness in her eyes, even if she did flinch a little at that last bit.

And yet even if her words had been a threat he couldn't help but find comfort in them. His decision to leave or remain wouldn't just affect him, and to know that one of his students was willing to risk her own future in order to convince him to stay...

It was touching. Short-sighted, but touching.

“Alright, alright.” He held up his arms in mock surrender, “I was already determined to do what I can to stay, but for your sake I'll try a little harder. I'm sure that somehow I can convince Prince Cedric to respect my decision...”

“Good. I'll beat him up if he doesn't listen.”

“You aren't beating up the prince.”

For some reason he felt a chill go down his spine, as if he was tempting fate with his words.

Shaking off that random thought he gave a sly look to his student, “Still... I didn't think you would care all that much about me leaving.”

Fie scoffed at his teasing, “I don't, but it would still be pretty damn unfair. Plus if you dragged off Altina and Kurt the class would suck. Don't leave me with just Juna.”

“Haha...” Her protests did nothing to quell the happy sensation in his breast. Out of habit he reached his hand out, causing Fie to instinctively lean her head towards him and closing her eyes as his hand made contact with her hair.

Hah! His classmates always laughed about his headpat obsession, but who was laughing now?! He knew exactly what he was doing! Everybody loves headpats!

After a few seconds he retracted his hand and did his best to stifle a grin when Fie let out a little whine in protest, “I hope I've managed to quell your concerns. While I'm not the final authority on the matter I promise to do all I can to remain here.”

“You'd better.” Her warning would have been a lot more intimidating had the last few seconds not just happened. She seemed to realize that as she flushed in embarrassment before turning and scampering off into the shadows. He watched her go for a moment before returning to his previous task-

Or that was the plan until he was stopped by yet another of his students, “...Altina?”

His former partner was one of the least emotive people he knew, but he could clearly tell by her slightly narrowed eyes and more pronounced frown that she wasn't happy. In fact he was willing to bet that she was downright furious. That caused him to stop short. He didn't think he had ever seen Altina express anger before.

“I saw what you just did.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Altina glared up at him, “I had my suspicions about you and watching you interact with Fie confirmed them. You are a dangerous individual indeed.”

Rean was so confused that all he could do was laugh sheepishly and scratch his cheek nervously, praying that he could quickly decipher her words. Fortunately miracles do happen, as while he was unable to solve the puzzle at first he did notice that her gaze had shifted from his face to his hand. To confirm this theory he slowly lowered his arm. Her gaze followed it downward. He raised the arm out. Altina leaned her head forward, as if expecting him to...

Oh. Ooooooh.

Realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, causing him to freeze on the spot. Altina must have noticed his hesitation as her gaze shifted back towards his face with an expectant look, causing him to swallow nervously. He... had absolutely no idea how to deal with this mess. A jealous Altina was not something he ever expected to have to deal with.

...Maybe his old classmates were the ones having the last laugh after all.

“Gotta admit, piloting the soldats is the one class I actually find fun.”

“Ugh... As a Crossbellian I feel like I should hate it, but dammit you're right.”

“...Fun or not, I just wish I was better at it.”

Fie watched with amusement as Kurt shook his head in dismay at their conversation, “Honestly, you three...”

While Juna scoffed, Fie grinned before sliding up to the taciturn boy, “Can you actually say you weren't enjoying yourself when it was your turn up there?” Despite himself the Vander looked away, silently conceding the point. Naturally, Fie accepted her victory with grace and class, “Knew it! You're just like the rest of us, so stop trying to act all cool about it.”

The Panzer Soldat training session that month had been a lot more engaging than the previous one. No time needed to teach them basic controls and other dull stuff. Instead Rean and Randy were more than willing to let them do whatever they wanted – under the direct supervision of the two veterans, if course.

Kurt still didn't look too pleased. Surprisingly it was Juna who figured out the reason first, “Are you still hung up on what happened yesterday?”

“Are you conflicted about the prince's offer?”

“No... It's not even something I can consider.” Fie would vehemently deny that she exhaled a breath of relief at those words. That or she would simply turn the topic around by pointing out that Juna had done the same thing, “...Still, he is someone I was prepared to risk my life to protect. I keep wondering whether my decision to withdraw from the main campus was the right one.”

“What's done is done.” Her comment drew three pairs of eyes to her, causing the former jaeger to shrug, “Apparently Boss and the others wanted me to stick around after Zephyr disbanded so a bracer could find me. I've thought about about what might have happened had I done that 'cause it might be interesting, but since it didn't happen I realized there's no point in stressing over it.”

The Vander slowly nodded his head, “I suppose that makes sense. It isn't easy to ignore, however.”

“Definitely.”

Their conversation was put on hold as Tita, Towa, and Mint left the hanger in a hurry. Before anyone could contemplate the reason for it they heard the sound of soldats inside the building. But outside of Valimar there were no other machines inside there, so why-

The doors opened and out came a trio of unfamiliar soldats. They were different from the Drakkhens and the Hector the branch campus possessed. Altina called them Spiegels, which Fie recalled were a more advanced model soldat. Two of them were colored a dark blue while the leader was a crimson red.

“You three, stop there! Where did you come from?”

“It seems like you showed up via freight train... We're going to need your names and affiliation.”

Well, if there was any doubt that these guys didn't belong, Randy and Rean's comments dispelled that.

“Oh, but of course.” Fie recognized that voice, and given the way Kurt and Juna stiffened, clearly they did too. Altina's lack of response was probably because she just didn't really care, “I am Cedric from Thors Military Academy's main campus, and these are my two classmates. We've come to participate in your Panzer Soldat training exercises.”

“Your Highness? Why...?!”

Somehow Cedric must have heard Kurt's muttering as his soldat turned towards them, “As I said, I will hear your decision. I would also like for you and Rean to bear witness to my current skills. Prepare three machines. Let's call this a friendly sparring match between the main campus and the branch campus. Our opponents shall be Class VII.”

Score. While Fie hated ever doing anything that this annoying prince wanted from her, that the request was something she found herself very much looking forward to made it all the more worthwhile.

She could just imagine Rean facepalming in his soldat right now. He told her not to beat up the prince, but now she was ordered to do just that.

The two combat teachers both tried to protest that decision, but as Fie watched Principal Aurelia walking down the ramp towards the field she knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were about to be fighting. The Golden Rakshasa was just that kind of woman.

As Fie confirmed with the others that they were participating – with Altina gladly sitting it out – Ash approached the group, “Hey. This ain't fair. Let me have a shot at this guy.”

“Nah, sorry.” Fie wasn't sorry at all. Nor was she feeling nearly as apologetic as the look she sent the punk, “You heard him. Class VII only.”

“Grr... Whatever. You better put him on his ass, Jaeger.”

Once again Fie found herself being told to do something by someone she didn't care to listen to, but once again it was a request she was wanting to do anyways. So she nodded her assent.

A few minutes later and Fie found herself back in her Drakkhen as they prepared for battle, “So how we gonna do this?”

“I say we kick the asses of these elitists jerks so hard that they go running back to the main campus!”

Oh yeah. Juna was mad.

Her declaration caused Kurt to sigh in exasperation, “We need to be careful. These guys are probably their most elite students. Plus they have state-of-the-art Spiegels...”

“So...” Fie decided to sum up their points, “We kick their ass, but we do it carefully?” Her words caused Juna to snort, and even Kurt looked mildly amused, which was a lot from him.

As usual, it was Rean who was officiating their match, “We will now begin the Panzer Soldat mock battle between the Thors main campus and the Thors branch campus. Both sides will use practice weapons. No attacks to the cockpit will be permitted! Once a Soldat has been lightly damaged, it will be considered defeated.”

Not bad for a guy who had been freaking out after the Prince arrived a few minutes ago. Fie wondered if he had been practicing the speech ever since they started getting ready.

“Now... Begin!” Sadly those idle thoughts were forced aside as the match started. She was not gonna lose to some annoying royal in front of the entire school!

Given their shared history it was no surprise that Kurt and Cedric seemed to ignore everything else as they engaged in their own duel together. That left her and Juna against the two fillers. A bit of a letdown, but she could make it work.

Instead Fie darted towards the nearest of the two machines – the one with melee weapons – while Juna used her police training to suppress the other Spiegel. Her opponent met her charge with their own, and Fie was forced into a horrific realization.

She might be the fastest person on this field, but her Drakkhen was the slowest machine.

Sure she could make up the difference by using her natural agility and lighter weapons to outmaneuver easier, but for someone who relied on overwhelming speed to blitz her opponent into submission it was an uncomfortable sensation. Fortunately this revelation didn't end up costing her any as just before she found herself caught up in a melee against a dangerous opponent Juna shifted her gunbreakers into melee mode and attempted to overwhelm Fie's opponent with sheer numbers.

While that was enough to make the Spiegel back off and assume a more defensive posture, Fie was quick to notice that the other machine was recovering from Juna's initial barrage and was raising its rifle towards the Crossbellian. Not wanting her friend to take a hit while covering her, Fie raised her gunblades and took a reflexive shot at the machine, once again forcing it to evade.

If nothing else this brief battle had shown off just how awesome the hybrid weapons she and Juna wielded were.

An idea came to mind. While the two verses two battle had thus far not borne much fruit, the fight itself was actually supposed to be a battle against trios. Kurt and the prince seemed to be off in their own little world as they traded sword blows back and forth. It would take a special kind of jerk to interrupt their little duel...

Fie began charging her gunblades.

Pointing them towards the rifle-wielding soldat she was pleased to watch her opponent panic and began rapidly evading, clearly understanding that getting hit by her now overcharged weapons would be enough to get them disqualified from the bout. Once her gunblades were at the maximum capacity they could achieve with the limited training settings, she took aim... before snapshotting around and firing both shots towards the unsuspecting prince.

Hah. The old jaeger last second target switch. Honorable fighters never see it coming.

“Your Highness!” Huh. Fie blinked as she found herself proven wrong. While the prince himself didn't see it coming, the melee Spiegel had, and he responded by throwing his machine into the line of fire. Unexpected, but at the same time...

“Fritz has been eliminated!”

Just as effective. Sure in a real battle she didn't think her soldat gunblades – even at full setting – would be able to take out a soldat in a single shot, but for once she was willing to abide by the rules, 'cause they were working in her favor big time here.

“Wha...?” Cedric instinctively turned his head to see what just happened, but in doing so let the smallest of openings for Kurt. Despite professing himself to be an honorable and proper fighter of the Vander style and all that other junk, her classmate seemed more than willing to exploit that opening for all it was worth, pushing the prince's blade aside with one of his own before using the second to slash the blue Spiegel in the side.

“His Highness has been eliminated!”

With two machines down the outcome was no longer in doubt. The rifle-wielding machine tried to take one of them out by firing their gun rapidly in a spread barrage, but none of the Class VII students fell for such a desperate attack. Within seconds Juna had closed the distance before prodding the nearly defenseless enemy with her weapons.

“Ada has been eliminated! The match is over!” For someone who was supposedly an unbiased referee Rean seemed awfully pleased by that outcome.

And honestly? So was she. Sure there was the obvious pleasure of beating some skilled opponents and humiliating that arrogant prince, but Fie found there was more to it.

Listening to her fellow students and friends cheering for their victory felt... nice. She never thought she would be the kind of person to care about glorious triumph and school spirit, but the way the cheers grew when she gave a little bow before sheathing her weapons...

Yeah. Fie could get used to this.

“W-We did it!” Juna seemed too stunned to take advantage of the praise. A shame. This was such a golden opportunity for the excitable girl.

“Grr...” Oh yeah, the prince was mad. Sadly he didn't lash out, instead taking a deep breath to compose himself, “...I suppose you are still a Vander, no matter how far you've fallen. Your classmates weren't bad either, considering they're a bunch of foreigners and criminals.”

Aww. Someone did their homework, “Kinda rude of him to call Altina a criminal like that...” She muttered over the secure comms she shared with Juna and Kurt.

She heard a very male-sounding snort that definitely didn't belong to the giggling Juna.

“Kurt.” The prince continued, having been unable to hear their private discussion, “I will accept defeat for today. But know this. I've become this strong a mere two months after enrolling. Me, the weak prince who could barely hold a sword. “I've no doubt you're growing as well, but how strong will you be two months from now?”

The former jaeger grimaced. Playing upon Kurt's perceived weakness was a cheap shot. Hopefully her friend knew just how much stronger he had gotten since they started training together. She considered correcting the prince, but held off. This was Kurt's battle to fight.

“...A loss is a loss, so I'll withdraw for today. And don't worry. I have no intention of disrupting your field exercises in Crossbell. But know this. I haven't given up on you yet... Instructor.”

Well, good. She wasn't sure why losing in a soldat fight was enough for Cedric to back off from his request that her classmates and teacher transfer over, but she'd take it. Once again violence solves everything!

...It was then that the other part of his statement sunk in. He didn't actually say-

“Field exercises in Crossbell? What was he talking about...?”

Yup. He did. Fie could hear the disbelief and confusion in Juna's voice. Just great.

Here she had been hoping that the branch campus' next field exercise would be devoid of drama. Clearly that was way too much to ask for. Taking the most bleeding heart patriot she knew and bringing her back to her home... The same home that was currently being occupied by the empire they were currently residing in.

Oh yeah. This was definitely a recipe for disaster. At least this time it wasn't her disaster to deal with.

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“Heh heh heh.” Fie let out an uncharacteristic laugh as she surveyed her latest work.

The boy opposite her didn't seem nearly as amused, “It's just a game.”

“Sounds like a sore loser trying to downplay his defeat.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, “Honestly... Still, it was a good game.”

“Yep. Your knight was a pain in the ass to put down. Good thing I was able to murder everything and everyone around you until you eventually bled out.”

“...Sometimes I worry about you.”

The two of them – plus the rest of the branch campus – were currently on board the Derfflinger as it rode through the night towards its destination. Given that Crossbell City was at the far end of Erebonia, it meant a long train ride, even longer than the one that took them to Sutherland.

Fie didn't even have any kitchen duties, as Freddy had volunteered to handle everything for that evening and she had no real desire to figure out what was in the 'special dishes' he was failing to convince people to try.

All in all, she had nothing but time to kill.

At first she had been confused on how to spend this time so she did a little recon mission of the train. That was when she discovered a very critical piece of information that made her plans a whole lot easier:

Musse was working one of the stations in the first car that evening.

That meant she could play Vantage Masters to her hearts content without worrying about that evil mint-haired girl utterly dominating her again! And much to her joy, she found out she was pretty good at it as she successfully vanquished one challenger after another. Sure she didn't win every game, but she won enough to leave the girl feeling a little smugger and her deck a little fatter from all the prizes she was collecting.

She watched in no little amusement as Kurt grumbled something to himself before walking away from the girl. Yep. Winning felt pretty damn good. She wondered if Altina had started playing the game yet. Their fishing duel had ended in a draw, but Fie was sure she could crush the little intelligence agent at this card game.

Fie was broken out of her diabolical thoughts as the door to the second car opened and out stepped Randy. That must mean the staff meeting was over now.

Class VIII's instructor noticed her and began to approach, “You seem like you're having a lot of fun tonight.”

Fie glanced down at her deck of cards before giving a small shrug, “Guess so. It's fun beating people and taking their cards. You game?”

“Nah. Not in the mood for card games. At least not the kind of card game I can play against my adorable little students.”

“Fair enough.” Truth be told she too was looking forward to when she could play those kinds of games. Seemed like half of Zephyr would always blow their pay whenever the corps was near a casino.

Fie eyed the Red Reaper with interest. On the surface he seemed like his usual laid-back self, but to her he seemed a little... off. It was the little things. The way his easy smile felt a little forced. The way his eyes shifted about nervously. The antsy twitch of his hands...

He certainly hid it better, but she recognized the signs as they were the same ones exhibited by Juna all week since the destination of their field exercises were revealed.

“...You really liked Crossbell, didn't you?”

“Sheesh. Was it that noticeable?” Randy let out a sigh, “I guess I need a drink or something to calm down a bit. Can't get the good stuff tonight, but maybe some coffee would help...?”

“I'm sure Freddy would love to offer you one of his special blends.”

“Blah. On second thought, I think I'm good. I know we've eaten worse things in the past, but no need to put up with it now that we got better food, right?”

She nodded along. Her sentiments exactly.

“Hmm...” He pondered his words even as he took the seat across from her, “You remember how I told you about the crew I worked with, right? The SSS?”

“You were a cop, right?”

“Damn right I was! But we weren't your average run of the mill cops you see at all the street corners. Sure we did some of that, but most of what we did was more like what you would expect from bracers.” The teacher let out a short laugh, “Lots of people mocked us for it, calling us bargain bin bracers. Other police thought we were making a mockery of their job. The bracers thought we were too unreliable to be trusted with their work.”

She blinked, “Uh...” And he liked this place?

Randy laughed, “Yeah, yeah. It sounds bad. But it got better. Spend a few months helping the people and they'll eventually begin to trust you a little. Even little things like finding lost cats and collecting plants will gain you popularity, something which it sounds like you guys did in Sutherland and will probably be doing here, too.”

“I guess...” She wouldn't deny that the last field exercise wasn't so bad if you ignore the trivial little things like dead dads suddenly becoming not dead or psychopathic little girls with an overwhelming urge for bloodshed.

“Yeah, well, it works both ways. Even as the people of Crossbell began to like us for the work we did we began to like them too. The SSS was only together for like a year or so, but during that time we got to see everything there was to see about Crossbell. We befriended gangs in the slums, the bounciest entertainers in the entire world, and everything in between.”

He let out a small smile, “Eventually I stopped thinking of Crossbell as a place to survive and more as a place to call home.”

“Home, huh...” She knew what the word meant, of course, but it was a word that did nothing for her. To hear a fellow jaeger bring it up like that...

Randy reached over and tousled her hair, thus earning her eternal ire, “You'll figure it out soon enough.” He teased before standing up and stretching, “This trip is gonna suck for me, but you should try and make the best of it. I know a few places someone like you might enjoy, if you're interested?”

“Are they places Rean will let us go?”

“That guy? Probably not.”

“Nice. I'm in.” The two shared a quick laugh after that.

Once he stopped laughing Randy began to walk away, but stopped and turned back to her, “Oh, and do me a favor and keep an eye on Junie, alright? These next few days are gonna be rough on her.”

“Sure. I can do that.” With that she watched as he waved while walking away, probably back to his room for the night.

...Just as Rean entered the car. After glancing curiously at his coworker he approached her table, “...Were you discussing something with Instructor Randolph?”

“Yep. He was telling me about the best places to gamble and drink in Crossbell.”

“W-W-What!?” Rean's dismayed cry drew many pairs of eyes, not that the frantic swordsman noticed, “Why would he do that!?”

As funny as it was seeing her teacher having a mental breakdown she wasn't a big fan of being the center of attention like this, “... Relax. I was lying... mostly.”

“Oh...” He slumped into the seat Randy had vacated before breathing out harshly, “That's a relief. I already have to deal with stuff like that from Ash. I don't need to deal with it from you too.”

Being compared to Ash of all people? “Rude.”

“Haha...” The sheepish looking teacher glanced around before noticing the deck of cards on the table, “I didn't know you played Vantage Masters?”

Fie shrugged, “Well, I do. Wanna play a game?”

In response Rean gave a smile before pulling out his own deck. Great. She was always ready to part a sucker from his cards...

…

“W-What the hell!?” It wasn't even five minutes later when the game came to an end.

She had been absolutely crushed.

“...I guess I got lucky at the end there?”

“That's a load of bull.” She countered heatedly, “Lucky would be you drawing the right card at the exact moment.” Kinda like how Musse kept beating her, although Fie was starting to wonder if the other girl was cheating given her ability to constantly predict what was coming next... “This was a massacre. Seriously, is being good at cards some special technique of your weird sword training, or is it something that comes with being the Ashen Chevalier?”

“Haha...” That same annoying laugh of his. “I originally came to tell you that this field exercise will be similar to the last. Get some good rest because we'll be going to see the current... leader of Crossbell once camp is established.”

The way he grimaced at the mention of Crossbell's leader was interesting. Person must be a real piece of work to get on the nerves of this guy.

But more importantly... “Don't change the subject! Seriously, you must be an absolute monster at gambling, aren't you?”

“I'm... not so sure about that.”

She blinked as she quickly put the pieces together, “You've never been to a casino, have you?” The silence was the only answer she needed, “Luckily Randy already told me about the best casino in Crossbell. We'll need to go there once all our tasks are finished.”

“Wait! I thought you said you were lying about Instructor Randy telling you about places that students shouldn't be going to!?”

“I said I was mostly lying, not that I was only lying, obviously.” With that final piece said the student rose from her seat and began walking towards her room. Sure she could have hung out for a little while longer, but this worked just as well.

Rean was gonna go absolutely bonkers trying to figure out what else Randy had told her. She kinda wished she could be a fly in their room that night.

It almost made up for her crushing loss at Vantage Masters. Almost.

Excited conversation roused Fie from her much deserved slumber the next morning. Any attempts at going back to rest were painfully dashed as the chatter only got louder and louder. Begrudgingly she opened her ears to the annoyances around her.

What she heard was something about a giant tower in the distance?

Once it became clear the excited noise wasn't letting up anytime soon Fie begrudgingly accepted that it was time to get out of bed. Sure enough, everyone was crowded around the train's window, gazing at something she couldn't see. Swiftly she shoved her way into the group – if they were so noisy as to deny her her sleep then she had the right to see it for herself!

Huh. Wow. That really was a big tower.

“That wasn't there the last time I was here.” She muttered out loud.

Her comment was enough to catch the attention of Juna, who had been sitting at her bed, “You've been to Crossbell before?” There was a hint of suspicion in her voice.

“Mmm.” Fie hummed agreeably, “Nothing bad like what you're probably thinking, but there's a shop in the Downtown District Boss loved to visit. Crossbell was always a good place for the black market and that shop was the best of them all. Plus I think he and the owner had a thing together.”

“I take it that would be Neinvalli Exchange?” Altina questioned from her own bed.

“Neinvalli...” Juna muttered the word slowly, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. A second later they raised in realization, “W-Wait! Isn't that...?”

“Yup.” She nodded in response, “The same shop that's in Leeves. Jingo is the daughter of the woman who runs the Crossbell shop.”

The Crossbellian stared blankly at that piece of info before eventually shaking her head wearily, “Small world, huh?”

With that said Fie returned to studying the tower on the horizon. According to the other girls it was called Orchis Tower and was the largest tower on the continent. Given the fact they were still a ways out from the city and she could still see it so clearly...

Yeah. She could believe that.

Still, with a tower that large... “I kinda want to jump off it.” Fie's comment earned her some horrified looks and after reflecting upon her words she understood why, “Not like that! I mean with a glider or something! Just imagine flying over the city like that...” She sighed wistfully.

She was Sylphid. Doing something like that was practically written in her blood. A shame she no longer had her goggles cause they would be so good for that.

“I... have never considered doing that.” Juna muttered at last, “It might be fun, but I don't think they allow civilians onto the roof. At least not since...”

Realizing that the conversation was starting to steer into dangerous territory Fie worked to bring it back, “We need to try it at some point.”

“I do not believe Instructor Rean would ever allow the two of you to do something so hazardous and ill-conceived.”

Both she and Juna stared at Altina with flat expressions, “This coming from the girl who gets to fly around on her creepy combat shell all day!” Juna responded hotly.

“I do not fly around all day.” A deadpanned Altina retorted, “Also, please refrain from calling Claiomh Solais a creepy combat shell. It is incredibly rude.”

Further conversation was put on halt as there was a knock on the door, “It's time to get ready, girls!” Came the voice of Towa, “We'll be arriving at our destination very shortly!”

Fie let a groan. Just maybe this field exercise wouldn't be a total disaster, right?

She sent a subtle glance towards a nervously fidgeting Juna... Nah. They were screwed.

The train spent a few minutes in Crossbell station before departing once again for the final leg of their trip to their camp location. Fie thought it was kinda stupid – they were gonna be headed into the city as soon as they setup camp, so why couldn't Class VII get a little head start? Sadly for her the people in charge believed in being inefficient.

...Or maybe she was just upset that this meant she had to help setup camp again.

She found herself stuck unloading stuff from the fifth car. Annoyingly others beat her to the punch when it came to the soldats, so it was just boxes and other random junk for her. The task itself wasn't hard at all, but it was tedious.

Especially as someone in the car wasn't doing any work at all, and was instead sitting at her desk with her portable terminal, “Why aren't you unloading this junk with us?” Fie complained to Tita in between trips.

“Ahaha...” The little engineer laughed nervously under her flat stare, “Instructor Towa wanted me to connect the Derfflinger to Crossbell's wireless network.”

“Say what now?” The school did have a class on computers and related technology and Fie had been putting forth some effort in that class – especially as she found it kinda interesting compared to the more mundane topics – but what Tita said made little sense to her, “A... wireless network? How does that even work?”

“Basically it uses a bunch of orbal transmitters scattered throughout the area to relay data between terminals like this one. It's an expensive project, but Crossbell – with support from the Epstein Foundation - was the first region to invest in the technology. It's similar to the technology of our ARCUS units, but on a much grander scale. I heard that companies like the Reinford Group, ZCF, and Verne are all working to spread it to other nations.”

Fie hummed thoughtfully, “That's... interesting. So everyone will be able to connect to the network if they have a terminal?”

“Exactly.” Tita seemed proud of her conclusion, “A lot of engineers are starting to refer to this era as the Second Orbal Revolution due to the rapid spread of the orbal network. In just a year or two life as we know it might be completely different!”

“Hey! Why aren't you two working!?”Turning they saw that the newcomer was Towa who was trying to look intimidating while glaring at the two girls. She wasn't really successful, but Fie decided that now was probably not the time to be teasing their tiny instructor.

“I-Instructor Towa! I was...” Tita floundered over her words.

Fie felt kinda bad. Not that she was caught slacking, but that her friend was taking some of the blame for it. So she did the only thing she could think of, “Sorry 'bout that. This one's my fault. I had some questions about Crossbell's wireless network and you know how Tita gets when she starts talking about technology.”

“Oh!” Instead of being the responsible teacher and telling Fie to get back to work... Towa's eyes lit up in excitement, “I didn't know you were interested in that? I still remember the time I came here during the trade conference and got to experience their network for the first time. All the things I could do despite being inside a secure office room...” The instructor sighed wistfully, “But do you know what my favorite part of it was?”

The two girls shared a blank look, “Uh...?”

“'Pom! Pom! Party!' Of course!”

“Pom...” Fie knew what poms were, but hearing the name of those small but dangerous critters in a discussion about computers threw her for a loop.

“...Party?” Tita finished, looking equally bewildered.

Towa giggled happily, “It's only the funnest video game ever created! It's a game that can be played remotely over the orbal net...”

“Wouldn't that make it the only video game ever created?”

“...I have friends in Crossbell,” Towa continued as if she hadn't heard Fie's snarky remark, “and they say that the game will be released to the general public in a few months. I can't wait!”

Fie would freely admit that the game Towa proceeded to describe did sound kinda fun, but that wasn't the important thing. Somehow they had managed to find a topic of discussion which got their teacher so excited that she seemingly forgot what they were doing. Something which meant that she was now free to stand here listening and not hauling more equipment outside.

Fie was more than happy to chat about 'Pom! Pom! Party!' Until all the work was finished. And maybe she would need to actually check out the game in the future.

“...And just where did you sneak off to?”

Wow. She couldn't believe that Kurt was staring at her with such suspicion, “You shouldn't always be so suspicious, it's not good for you.” His look didn't relent in the slightest, causing her to let out an exasperated sigh, “If you must know I was talking with Towa about something really important.”

“And what was so important as to get you out of setting up camp?” All four students of Class VII had met up in the middle of the camp while waiting for Rean and the mission to begin. Around them work was in full swing as the other two classes got ready for their own missions that day.

“Pom! Pom! Party!” Fie answered in complete deadpan.

Kurt and Altina shared a look. It was clear that the two of them were both silently asking the same question. And yet before either of them could speak... “Oh! Pom! Pom! Party! I love that game so much!”

Thank you, Juna. She nodded her appreciation to the local girl.

“I remember Lloyd and Tio used to talk about it so much, so when they finally installed it at the Police Academy's terminal I had to play it. It was so much fun! I used to game all the time whenever we had a break. Or at least I did until...” The happy look on her face gave way to something a lot uglier for the briefest of moments.

Crap. The conversation was drifting into dangerous waters again. Time to change the subject! “Either of you ever been to Crossbell before?”

“I have.” Altina responded immediately, “Instructor Rean and I often came here to conduct missions during the early days of the occupation.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

Fie liked Altina. She really did. That didn't change the fact that the girl could somehow make the jaeger look like the most tactful person in Erebonia. They were trying to shift the subject away from things that would aggravate Juna and she just had to say that!?

“I-I have never been here myself.” A completely dumbfounded Kurt tried to rally himself, “I have heard many good things about Crossbell City so I expect these next few days to be quite the enlightening experience.”

“Y-Yeah...” Juna tore her gaze away from Altina to look at the one male in the group, “You'll love Crossbell. I'll make sure to show you the best places in the city. Crossbell is way cooler than the cities in Erebonia!”

“...I don't understand why you were all looking at me like that. Did I say something wrong?”

Fie walked over and began patting Altina on the head, “Baby steps with you, huh?”

“Don't do that.” Altina hissed out despite remaining in a complete deadpan. “You aren't Instructor Rean. And what do you mean by baby steps?”

“T-That's something else I'm confused about!” Juna yelled. “Just what is it with you and getting head pats from Instructor Rean? It's so weird!”

“You wouldn't understand it.” Altina replied tersely, before her eyes narrowed in annoyance, “...Although it has recently come to my attention that there is another student he has been doing it with.”

This time it was Kurt and Juna who shared a glance, “There's another one? Who?” The Vander asked in confused interest.

“Ahem!” Fie coughed loudly to draw the attention of everyone, “...Maybe we should focus on the mission? Where's Rean anyways?”

Everyone was looking at her like she was weird and she could understand why. That was so fake and out of character for her. She was obviously just saying it to change the subject before the others discovered the truth of the matter. And everyone obviously knew it.

“Haha. I'm right here.” Rean said as he approached the group after exiting the train, “It's good to see you're so motivated to begin our exercises!”

...Or at least everyone except their teacher knew it.

Rean approached the group before smiling at her fondly, “You really have come a long ways, haven't you?”

Clearly she had done something to offend a deity in a previous life, because the moron decided to reward her with pats on the head, completely undoing all the work she had done to distract her friends from their questioning. Even now both Juna and Kurt were staring at her with eyes completely devoid of life.

...Still, even if she had failed the mission she was getting a good reward. Perhaps this wasn't the worst outcome.

Not even a weird sound between a growl and a hiss could break her out of that blissful moment, but she was at least coherent enough to investigate the origin of the noise. The source was surprising, “Are you alright, Altina?” Rean asked the diminutive girl.

“...You really are the worst.”

“Huh?” He asked in confusion before presumably following her gaze to the top of Fie's head, not that she could tell from her current position, “Ah...”

Fie narrowed her eyes. This was her moment. Altina could just wait her turn.

Altina on the other hand seemed almost ready to summon Sammy to her side.

It was a tense standoff.

“I guess it's a good thing I have two hands, isn't it?” Fie could only watch as Rean used his other hand to repeat the gesture to her classmate.

H-He was capable of patting two heads at once!?

“T-This has to be the stupidest thing we've ever seen.?” Juna asked as she watched the scene with a mixture of horror and confusion, “We're not the crazy ones, right?”

“No. We are most definitely not.” Kurt agreed emphatically before his face twisted in confusion, “... At least I hope we aren't?”

Fie glared at them. They just didn't understand.

Actually, no. She was glaring at them because their comments caused Rean to stop, “Haha... Sorry about that. Are you all ready to head out?”

“You bet we are, Instructor!” Juna answered cheerfully. “I'm so excited to go back home again!”

...Too cheerfully, in Fie's opinion. Sure the girl was a bundle of sunshine most of the time, but something about the way she was talking felt fake to her. Despite her inexperience with the matter Fie knew she was right on the mira as both Rean and Kurt were sending similarly worried looks towards the girl.

“Yes, well...” Rean coughed awkwardly to regain his train of thought, “Crossbell City isn't too far away. We are currently located just off the Ursula Road to the south of the city. If we hurry we should be able to make it within the hour to our meeting with the Governor General.”

Both Rean and Juna's faces twisted at the mention of the current leader of the occupied city. Her curiosity was piqued. There was definitely something up with the guy given the reactions of her friend and teacher.

Fortunately for her, one of her classmates was a girl with a lot of knowledge and very little tact. She would just need to pull Altina aside during the march to the city and ask about it.

Chapter Text

“The current Governor General of Crossbell is Rufus Albarea.” Altina explained to Fie as the group meandered down Ursula Road towards the massive skyscraper in front of them.

Fie hummed thoughtfully, “I've heard the name before... So what's so special about the guy that can make even someone like Rean dislike him?”

“He is the leader of the Ironbloods.” Fie furrowed her eyes. Again she felt like she had heard that name before, but she couldn't remember where, “...They are a group of hand-picked individuals who serve the chancellor directly. Major Rieveldt and Millium are two of its number.” Altina tilted her head in contemplation, “That information is classified, by the way.”

“...I find it hard to believe that any group can be that dangerous if it has Millium in it.”

Altina did her best to stifle the snort that escaped her mouth. She failed miserably.

“So he's a big deal, yeah? Still doesn't explain why Rean seems to dislike the guy so much.”

“There was an incident near the end of the Civil War involving the two of them. I was currently working under the employ of Rufus Albarea at the time and bore witness to it.” Fie opened her mouth to reply, but Altina shook her head, “...That is a discussion that I am unwilling to share.” Huh. So Altina could be discreet when the situation called for it. Annoying, but she could respect that.

“Yeah, well, I think the guy's a total jerk!” The two girls must not have been very subtle with their conversation as a fuming Juna approached, “What gives him the right to show up and act like he rules Crossbell like that!?”

Fie considered enlightening the pink-haired girl that that was usually what happened in war, but decided to use tact and hold her tongue. She was pretty sure the Crossbell native wouldn't take that answer very well at all.

“Nobody is saying that you need to like or even respect the Governor General,” Rean warned the group, “but we still need to go see him for our special operations missions. No matter what happens, don't pick a fight with him Juna.”

Said girl scoffed angrily, “I-I know that, instructor!”

“Good.” The teacher turned his gaze to the girl standing next to Juna, “Altina, please don't let slip any classified information, even if his clearance level far exceeds our own.”

“...Rude.”

“Fie...” Rean winced, causing the former jaeger to narrow her eyes dangerously, “Would it be too much to ask that you keep your mouth shut during the meeting?”

“Wow...” He really just up and said that, didn't he?

Sadly for her he looked away before she could immolate him with a furious gaze, “Kurt...” He paused before trailing off with a shrug, “Actually, I've got nothing to say to you.”

The Vander didn't speak, but the smug grin on his face was entirely too punchable for Fie's liking.

“And here I thought a teacher wasn't supposed to have favorites.” She grumbled aloud.

“I don't have favorites!” He protested too quickly, “It's just-”

“Sexism, perhaps?” Altina's comment was enough for the hero to sink his head in despair. Fie and the rest of Class VII watched with varying levels of amusement as the miserable looking man continued trudging towards the now-visible city gates.

Before long the group of five had reached the city. As they entered the former jaeger glanced around curiously. Her memories of the place were vague at best, but she was pretty sure that the city had changed drastically since the last time she had been here. Still, despite how modern and new everything looked, at the end of the day it was just like any other metropolis in her eyes.

Juna however was a different story entirely.

The earlier tension was still there, Fie was pretty sure, but that no longer seemed to be the dominant emotion in the girl. Juna was practically bouncing around in excitement as they walked down the street towards the central square.

“That's the busiest train station on the intercontinental railway!” She exclaimed as they passed said building, “And that staircase leads to a vast underground network known as the Geofront that is vital to the city!”

She didn't stop once they reached the central plaza, either, “Genten is the best orbal store in Crossbell! We definitely gotta stop there at some point! Oh! And that restaurant is really tasty!” The excited girl rotated counterclockwise before pointing at an old rundown building off to the side, “And that place is-”

She paused, frowned, and lowered her arm sadly. Curious.

Fie wasn't sure what was responsible for the change in mood, but Juna being down was so unlike the girl. Time to change the subject, “...Lots of cars on the road.” Personally she found the place to be a chaotic mess as the city didn't seem to have enough space for both roads and walkways, causing both groups to use the same road. Fie wondered how disastrous the arrangement would have been were it not for the many cops controlling traffic.

“Yep.” Juna replied, her earlier cheer back in full force, “I don't think anywhere in Erebonia is a match for this city when it comes to modern technology and orbal cars.”

“...Perhaps, but the capital also has plenty of orbal cars. The main streets are always so congested, the only way to get anywhere is to take the trams.”

Kurt's comment caused Juna to flounder and she opened her mouth to respond- “Population-wise, the capital is 880,000, and Crossbell is 530,000.” Altina blandly stated, “In terms of modernization, Roer is a very technologically advanced city as well.”

“...”

“...”

“Wow.” Fie muttered as she glanced between the about to erupt Mount Juna and the facepalming Rean, “And here I thought I had no tact.”

Altina she could understand, but Kurt? Really?

Maybe it was just something she wouldn't understand considering she wasn't from Erebonia. To her it seemed like the Empire had instilled a sense of nationalism among its citizens beyond that of other countries.

“Oh!” The younger swordsman exclaimed with widened eyes, “I-I didn't mean anything by that, I was just...” He trailed off pitifully, doing little to calm the native's temper.

“I'm sure they will understand better after they've seen the city.” The older sword user had far more success at calming Juna down, “For now, however, the governor general is expecting us so we need to head to Orchis Tower now.”

With that they set out once again with Rean and Juna leading the group. It was a pointless gesture considering their destination completely dominated the skyline, but Fie wasn't one to complain. She liked hanging in the back of the group, after all.

Soon enough they reached their destination. Standing in front of the tower made the lithe jaeger understand just how gargantuan the building really was as trying to look up to see the top of it caused her neck to hurt, “...Why does Crossbell even need a building this stupidly big?” She groused.

“The lower floors serve as Crossbell's administrative center.” Their teacher informed as he opened the door and led them in, “They also house a lot of private enterprises. Even the International Bank of Crossbell moved their business here after terrorists destroyed their headquarters a couple years back.”

Fie snorted loudly. The Red Constellation definitely counted as terrorists in her books.

“...The top few floors house one of Zemuria's grandest conference rooms.” Rean ignored her in order to finish.

The group of five were led to an elevator by a waiting secretary before informing them their destination was on floor twenty, a button which Fie managed to push before Juna could, much to the pinkette's chagrin. As the elevator began rising a thought came to mind, “What about the middle floors?”

“Huh?”

“You said the lower floors were all administrative and the top had a conference room, right? Well what about the middle?”

“Floors twenty-one through thirty consist of...” Altina's answer was interrupted by Rean clearing his throat loudly. The little girl shot a flat unimpressed look at the Chevalier before continuing, “...Empty rooms consisting solely of extra structural support to keep the tower upright.”

Yeah. That was a lie. She wasn't sure if Altina had been about to provide a different answer or not, but Rean's reaction gave it away. A glance towards Juna confirmed that the Crossbellian was just as confused and intrigued by those revelations as Fie was.

The ding of the elevator signaled their arrival on the twentieth floor. Come to think of it, twenty was just below twenty-one, which was the first of the unknown floors according to Altina. She gave the nearest window a contemplative look.

...She could totally climb that.

“C'mon, Fie. We need to hurry.” The way Rean singled her out was telling. Did he know what she was thinking? That was a scary thought.

Fuming, she followed the others down the hall to a nondescript office. After an annoying security check Rean announced their presence to the person inside the room. Once permission was given he entered, with the rest of Class VII in tow.

With a warm smile Rufus Albarea rose from his desk to greet them all. On the surface he looked every bit the part of a charismatic young ruler. She could instantly see why he was considered such a popular person in Erebonia.

But given what Fie knew from her classmates she could piece together that this was a dangerous man. The smile on his face and the moves they made... none of it seemed genuine. If the others were right then every act was carefully calculated from the shrewd man that had seamlessly seized control of this occupied territory.

She listened quietly as the governor general greeted Rean and Altina, something which made sense given their past history. Rean's reply was just as friendly and fake. Altina of course said something blunt, which made the man give a laugh in response.

Fie stiffened when his gaze shifted towards the rest of them. Thankfully she was standing at the far end so he started with Kurt. The swordsman was his usual formal self, but he did seem a little surprised when Rufus mentioned his dad.

She really needed to ask him about his father at some point. He seemed like a big deal.

Once he shifted his attention to Juna the tension in the air grew thicker, not that the man in charge seemed to notice. On the surface Rufus' words to the girl seemed friendly and genuine, but all the crap he was spouting about how going to Thors was good because it gave her a 'blend of the perspectives of both Erebonia and Crossbell' was definitely designed to rile up the girl.

After Kurt and Juna was... dammit. Well, if Juna could keep her cool so could she, “Fie Claussell.” She greeted blandly.

“Ah, yes. I can only imagine how difficult the transition from jaeger life to a military academy has been. I do hope you are adjusting well enough.”

Damn. This guy was good. “It's been alright.”

“That's good to hear. I must admit I was surprised when I heard that the Jaeger King had returned. I wonder if he would be willing to accept a contract to assist me with some ongoing projects? Both Leonidas and Xeno proved themselves to be most capable allies during the war and I can only imagine Rutger Claussell must be even more skilled.”

“...He definitely is.” She muttered quietly. As much as Fie hated to admit it, this guy had managed to get under her skin by teasing his connections and knowledge about her former family so easily.

And yet compared to her Rufus seemed completely unruffled as he turned his gaze back to Rean as the teacher went through the formality of announcing that they were commencing their field exercise – something which Fie found to be pretty stupid considering that should have been obvious enough with their presence.

Surprisingly the governor general adopted a rather grim expression as he handed their Special Operations missions to Rean. According to him the society had been present lately in Crossbell and a cryptid had recently been sighted. Neither of which looked to be a coincidence given the high-profile inspection mission that was supposed to arrive that evening.

Mentally Fie agreed with that sentiment. One coincidence was always possible, but two? There was just one problem she needed correcting...

“What's a cryptid?” It was nice of Kurt to ask the question she was about to.

“Cryptids are extremely powerful monsters with mysterious powers. During the civil war, a number of them appeared around the Empire.” Rean frowned thoughtfully, “But they're showing up in Crossbell now?”

Huh. Now that Fie thought about it, she did hear rumors of particularly nasty monsters shutting down roads and other places during the war, but given that many monsters at the time were being rather aggressive she simply chalked it up to some angry Gordi or something similar. Maybe she should have listened to those stories a little more?

“It seems one was spotted just the other day on the mountain path to the north. But I'm told this isn't the first time they've appeared in Crossbell. Have you, perchance, heard about them before, Juna?”

“...Yes.” The girl answered reluctantly, “I didn't know they showed up in the Empire, too, but... I heard a few of them appeared after the declaration of independence a year and a half ago.” The same time as the war, Fie noted silently.

Altina tilted her head in thought, “Could it have something to do with the society?”

“Given their actions in Sutherland, they should most definitely be our top suspects.” Rufus answered, “I hope I can ask the branch campus to be on the lookout.”

“...Understood. I'll relay your message to the others. Do we need to investigate the cryptid on the mountain path as well?”

To Rean's question the ruler shook his head, “No, that one has already been defeated... I'd like for you to investigate other areas in which they were seen.”

“I guess the army took care of it?” Fie knew from experience that while the army wasn't as good at monster exterminations as the bracers had been, they made up for it with sheer numbers and equipment. It was part of the reason why she got caught and ended up in Thors, after all.

“No. A certain... wanted fugitive took care of it.” Outside of Kurt all of her friends reacted in some way. It annoyed Fie being out of the loop like this, but prying info out of them once they had left this room wouldn't be too hard, “However, it wouldn't do to keep relying on a wanted man to clean things up for us. Therefore, I expect good news from all of you in regard to this task. And with that, I bid you all good luck – Ashen Chevalier and members of the new Class VII.”

The dismissal was obvious and the former jaeger was more than happy to escape from that office. She excelled on actual battlefields, not verbal ones. The flight of Class VII from that room was delayed briefly as it seemed that Rufus had more to say to their teacher, but by the time they realized Rean wasn't behind them that conversation was already over.

Once back on the elevator Rean told them that that last exchange had been about Jusis Albarea – Rufus' younger brother and surprisingly another member of the original Class VII. How come that group was so much larger than the one she was in?

Instead of dwelling on stupid things like that she asked the more pressing question, “So about that fugitive guy...?”

“He's the true hero of Crossbell!” Juna gushed, mood doing a complete turn, “He beat down an evil cult and arrested the dictator mayor!”

Fie glanced at Kurt and was pleased to see the same befuddlement on his face, “Excuse me?” The Vander questioned blandly.

“Before the annexation, the Crossbell Police Department had a division called the Special Support Section. The man we're talking about was its leader. He and the other members overcame so much together. And now he's a fugitive in his own home.”

Some of the words Rean just used were familiar to Fie and it only took a second to piece it all together, “That was Randy's old group, right?” A nod gave her her answer, “Makes sense, I guess. New regime doesn't want people seeing famous figures from before the annexation.” The sound of Juna gnashing her teeth made her backpedal a bit, “Still pretty awful.”

“You're right. He couldn't be any farther from being the 'dangerous fugitive' they've painted him as.”

“W-Wait. You know him?!”

The instructor nodded to Juna's shocked question, “Yeah, we fought him back before he was branded a fugitive. Each of us refused to back down, but in the end, he came out on top. The weight of what he was shouldering, his flawless teamwork...” Rean seemed surprisingly wistful as he thought back to that encounter, “I told him it was a tie at the time, but looking back, there's no question I lost.”

“Well, I beg to differ.” Fie was pretty sure that Altina's comments were intentional at this point. She was weaponizing her tactlessness!

...Perhaps she should be taking notes?

Juna smartly ignored Altina as she giggled at the teacher's words, “You get it, Instructor! There's no doubt he and the rest of the SSS are Crossbell's true heroes! Way more than a certain chevalier I could name!”

“Eh. I dunno about-” Fie cut herself off. Was she really about to defend said chevalier like that? The same annoying guy who pestered her constantly and was responsible for almost every major headache had suffered through in the past two months?!

...Something was really wrong with her.

Luckily for her deteriorating sanity it didn't seem like anyone noticed her near slip-up, “But that doesn't change the fact he's a criminal...”

For a second Fie thought she would be treated to the entertaining sight of Juna decking Kurt in the face. Much to her disappointment Juna seemed to reign in control at the last second and settled for glaring death at the Vander.

The tension was broken by Rean letting out a short laugh, “Like I said, I don't see him as a criminal at all. Though the governor general certainly seems to.” He fixed his gaze entirely on the Crossbell native, “I know you don't want to hear this, but don't even think about going to help him out, okay?”

“I-I know that!” To her credit Juna seemed pretty confident in her statement, “Even Randy's holding himself back...” She frowned briefly before giving a determined nod, “So I'll give these Special Operations missions my all! Since Randy isn't allowed to go anywhere, I'll help lessen Lloyd's burden for him.!”

“Mmm. I'll help. Been wondering how this place was able to make the Red Reaper of all people fall in love with it.” At least Juna seemed back to her usual self as she nodded energetically in support of Fie's statement. That had to count for something, right? Further conversation was put on pause as the doors to the elevator opened and they all stepped out.

...Was it just her, or had that been an insanely long elevator ride? That conversation had taken minutes and yet the door didn't open until just after they finished!

Shaking off those random thoughts she followed her classmates and teacher as they headed towards the exit of Orchis Tower. She would never admit it, but she was kinda curious as to what their tasks for the day were gonna be. Just a few more seconds and they would be out of the way enough to check out the list in peace...

“Well, fancy meeting you here, Rean.” …Or that had been her hope until they were interrupted just a few arge away from the door. Dammit.

The newcomer wasn't the most impressive looking person at first glance, and Fie was perfectly content to ignore the now ongoing conversation between Rean and this person. That thought changed once she found out that this guy – named Machias Regnitz – had also been a member of the original Class VII. That news caused her to give him a second glance. He still didn't look like much, but she had thought the same about Elliot in Sutherland and the musician had been able to hold his own against the likes of Shirley. Perhaps this guy would surprise her as well?

...And she was starting to have a big suspicion that the constant appearance of their predecessors in random places was no coincidence.

Fie listened with only half an ear as the guy started talking about his inspectorate duties. The idea of someone opposing the behemoth known as the Imperial Government almost by his lonesome was kinda cool, but the fact he was doing it with paperwork and inspections was entirely too lame for her. It was a futile gesture and everyone seemed to know it.

Still, respect for at least trying.

Luckily for the bored jaeger Machias' coworker arrived to pull the bespectacled inspectorate away. Fie had a feeling she would be seeing him again – and probably in not such a dull setting – but for now she could put him out of mind. He could do the paperwork while she did whatever tasks awaited them. Eagerly she listened as Rean announced their tasks-

And the first one he listed was an audit requested by the police department. Dammit all to Gehenna.

The second request was the Epstein Foundation seeking help with some technical matter. That didn't sound too much better.

At least the last request asking for help in an upcoming bake-off sounded a lot more interesting. As the resident Cooking Club member of Class VII any request to cook something would be her responsibility...

Fie couldn't help but notice that the prospect of cooking for random people made her more nervous than the threat of Cryptids did.

Speaking of, she listened silently as Rean read off the details of the cryptid investigation. Rufus wanted Class VII to investigate two spots where they had previously appeared in the past – One down on the beach near their camp, and the other just off the East Crossbell Highway. Simple enough requests, but given they would need to travel a long distance Juna's suggestion to do the local requests first was an obvious one.

With Juna leading the way the five members of Class VII began their tour... patrol of Crossbell City, starting in the Harbor District. Fie glanced around curiously. Even though she had been in this place before everything was so much different then it had been in her memories. Most of the buildings were new and nothing was like she remembered-

Wait. That wasn't true. There was one thing that stuck out to the young girl.

Ignoring her friends Fie approached the park in the middle of the district. The food cart and the guy running it... It was just like back then, “Fie?” Juna asked as the others caught up to her.

“Sorry.” She muttered, “It's just I remember Boss treating me to some noodles the last time I was here. They were pretty tasty.” She couldn't quite keep the fond smile off her face.

Her words hadn't been as quiet as she intended as the noodle man broke off from the conversation he was having with his only other employee and squinted his eyes as he gazed at her, “Hmm... The last time you were here...? Would it have been four years ago?”

“H-Huh?! Y-Yeah. I think so. Why?”

“I never forget a customer.” He replied proudly, “I hope you enjoyed the Champion Noodles you ordered.”

“...” Fie could only stare in mute shock at that comment. He seriously remembered her dish from way back then?! “...Rean. We're eating here at least once.”

“Y-Yeah.”

With that little nostalgia trip out of the way Fie didn't protest when Rean led her and the others into the massive Reinford Building just north of the harbor – even if the building looked a little wimpy being placed so close to Orchis Tower. According to Rean and Juna the Epstein Foundation had an office in that building which would make it the place to go for one of their requests.

Annoyingly, however, the front desk simply told them that the person they were waiting for wasn't available at the moment. On one hand making a request but being too lazy to be around at the right time was totally the kind of thing she would do so she technically couldn't complain much, but being on the receiving end kinda sucked and she was feeling mildly perturbed when they left, even after the receptionist promised to call them once the person was available.

Instead they returned to the Harbor District. Technically they didn't have anything else to do in that area, but the arrival of a large ferry drew their interest. Approaching they watched as a handful of passengers disembarked under the close scrutiny of some Crossbell and Railway Military Police before another batch embarked. Fie turned her curious gaze towards Juna who puffed up before proudly explaining, “The ferry is taking them across Lake Elm to Mishelam Wonderland!”

“...Mishelam Wonderland?” She asked while testing out the name on her tongue. How weird.

“It's only the greatest place in Zemuria! It's a high class resort and a theme park. And most importantly, it's the home of Mishy!”

Well, Fie didn't know much about Mishy save for the ones sold in store or on Juna's side of their shared bedroom, but 'greatest place in Zemuria' was good enough for her. Sadly she was only able to take two steps forward before a firm arm grabbed her shoulder, “...We aren't going to Mishelam.” A tired Rean stated.

“It might be important to our cryptid investigation.” She countered immediately.

“You aren't going to find any cryptids in the theme park.”

“...The last cryptid to be spotted in Mishelam Wonderland was during the crisis a year and a half ago, which was also the last time the ones we are investigating had appeared. While technically outside of our mission boundaries the possibility of a cryptid appearing there at some point is quite high.”

All eyes turned towards the speaker, “Thank you, Altina.” Rean looked ready to smack his head on the nearest lamp post. Fie would have felt bad for him if it wasn't so damn funny.

“You are welcome.” What made it even funnier was how Altina didn't seem to notice the effect her words had. Or she just didn't care. Both were pretty good options in Fie's opinion.

“Still...” Leave it to Kurt to put them back on topic, “Isn't this a lot of security?”

Indeed it was. The fact the officers on duty only seemed interested in the passengers getting off the boat was kinda suspicious, but since Rean was being quiet about it so would she.

Since they weren't going to the theme park – which was a travesty in her opinion – the group of five made their way out of the Harbor District headed south. As they exited the buildings began to appear more eastern in design, which was fitting for the Eastern District. Their teacher wanted them to continue directly to the Central Square where they could get info on their other request, but something caught Fie's eye and this time she was nice enough to ask permission to check it out.

Neinvalli Exchange. She had expected to see the shop in the Downtown District, but clearly it had moved since her last visit to Crossbell. Curious, she led the others into the main branch of Leeves' best store.

“Well, well. If it isn't the Ashen Chevalier and Sylphid. I heard that Thors Branch Campus was in town. What can I get for you?” Yep. That was Ashleigh all right. Even if the store had moved it was nice to see that some things never changed.

Both Kurt and Altina seemed rather surprised that a black market business was operating in the open like this. Juna tried to act all cool about it until Fie reminded her that it was only due to the jaeger showing her Jingo's shop that she knew some place like this existed, causing the local to deflate. Sulkily the girl began to browse the shop alongside their other classmates.

“Hey, Sylphid.” Ashleigh's call stopped Fie from joining her. Curiously she glanced at the illegal arm's dealer, “I heard some crazy rumors that the Jaeger King had somehow left Gehenna. Know anything about it?”

Fie couldn't help but wince slightly as the question poked at some raw spots for her, but after having lived with that impossible news for a month she was able to recover quickly, “Yep. Dunno how he did it, but I saw him myself in Sutherland last month. He was just the same as I remember.”

“How interesting...” Once again Fie was reminded of the rumor that Boss and this woman had had a thing in the past. Seeing the interest in her eyes made the girl think there was something to it, “Well, that's good info to have. Tell ya what, between that intel you just gave me and the stories I've heard from Jingo about you helping out at her shop I'll give you a special deal. I'll let you take something from my shop, free of charge.”

Fie's eyes widened in surprise and delight. A free item? As far as she knew Ashleigh wasn't someone to give out sweet deals like that.

She would need to be really careful when deciding what to select. Should she look into a new grappling hook to replace old reliable? Maybe some of the electromagnetic grenades that were becoming popular with the rise of archaisms? Or possibly...

“Instructor Rean, check this out!” Juna's cry drew all eyes to her. “It's a Retro Mishy strap! Just like the one Louise was looking for!”

Sure enough, in her hands was that adorably hideous cat mascot figure hanging off a strap. Fie wasn't sure what was the difference between Mishy and Retro Mishy, nor was she sure why Louise wanted one or why her classmates wanted to get it for her.

“We should, but I'm not sure if I have the mira for it...” Rean frowned heavily. Fie felt alarm bells going off in her head. She had a feeling about where this was headed.

“Just use Sylphid's discount.” Dammit, Ashleigh!

Suddenly she found herself the center of attention. That Juna was practically pleading with her eyes was bad enough, but Rean too?! Kurt and Altina seemed more amused than anything, so they were no help at all.

“No. Just no. There's absolutely no way I'm wasting my free selection on a stupid Mishy strap.” Neither her friend nor her teacher seemed deterred by her words.

She dug in her heels. There was no way this was about to happen!

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“My discount...” Fie mourned miserably as she and her classmates followed Rean down East Street towards the center of Crossbell.

Juna was teasing the silver-haired girl, but Rean did feel kinda bad about it. He was supposed to be the teacher, after all! “Sorry about that, Fie. If she accepted mira I would have bought the strap myself, but since Neinvalli operates on a bartering system...”

His apology must not have been successful as the girl let out a scoff, “Please. Neinvalli has always been flexible with their deals. For something as lame as a Mishy strap-”

“Hey! Don't call Mishy lame!”

“...You probably could have bought something from one of these stalls and traded that!” She finished, ignoring Juna completely.

Humoring her Rean paused to glance at the nearest stall, “I seriously doubt a weapon dealer would trade their merchandise for dried salmon.”

“Shows what you know.” The confident way in which Fie replied almost made him doubt himself. But there was no way... right?

“Alright, alright,” He held up his hands in surrender, “I promise I'll make it up to you.”

His words caused her to glance at him with interest, “...I want those electromagnetic grenades she had on display. At least a dozen of them.”

He sweatdrop nervously, “I-I don't think that would be a good idea.” Sure Thors was a combat school, but buying illegal arms for his students was probably not the best look for him, “How about I buy lunch instead?”

She seemed to consider his words for a second, “Just for me, right?”

“Hey!”

“I refuse.”

“...That doesn't seem very fair.”

Unsurprisingly her classmates had their own opinions on the idea. “Haha... I was planning on buying lunch for everyone-”

“Nope.” Fie crossed her arms petulantly, “Wouldn't be much of a reward to me if you're doing it for everyone, would it?”

On one hand she did have a point, but buying food for just her and not her classmates was out of the question. He knew just how unruly they could be when any of them felt slighted. Thankfully for him an idea came to mind that would allow him an escape from this mess, “How about I buy lunch for everyone, but only you can get a dessert?”

“Can I take my time eating it while the others are forced to watch?”

Wow. She was feeling really vindictive today, wasn't she? Altina, Juna, and Kurt all stared at him, clearly expecting him to refuse that terrible idea, “...Sure.”

Their looks of betrayal would surely haunt his dreams that night, but at least his decision caused Fie to perk up. With a happy smile the silver-haired girl began moving with a little extra pep in her step, quickly taking the lead just as the group entered Crossbell's center.

In all honesty a part of him was grateful for Fie's shenanigans as it kept Juna's attention on her classmates and not the bleak situation in Crossbell. He was still worried about her, of course, but through the first few hours of their Special Operations missions he had had little to complain about, so that was encouraging.

The teacher had especially been concerned during the meeting with Rufus and the elevator discussion shortly after. In a way Lloyd Bannings was the physical representation of a free and safe Crossbell, so the news of his status as a fugitive had definitely not set will with Juna. Fortunately she had been able to reign herself in before any terrible ideas about chasing after the former police detective had gotten into her head.

A part of Rean wondered if his concern for Juna was genuine or if he was simply using it to distract himself from his own contributions to the current status quo. The reminder of his own encounter with Crossbell's hero and his role in the occupation still lived fresh in his mind. Randy had told him that few Crossbellians actually held resentment towards him, but even still...

“There's Captain Kate! C'mon guys!” Heh. Here he was thinking that Juna was the one needing a distraction when it was her who was currently distracting him. It was odd how fate worked at times. With a small smile the teacher followed after the excited girl as she led the group towards the police officer who was now waving cheerily at the group.

And who knows? If a situation arose in the immediate future where either of them needed a distraction perhaps he could turn towards Fie? As weird as it was for him to say, his student's new lackadaisical attitude and dry humor was a vast improvement over the previous month. Hopefully that attitude would be enough to get them all through the next couple days.

...His wallet and sanity might suffer, but he was pretty sure it was worth it.

The silver-haired jaeger listened with half an ear as their client described the task she had for them. Since it didn't involve violence or cute animals she wasn't really interested all that much. Instead she glanced around and took a good look at Crossbell's center.

After hearing constantly about the greatness of Crossbell from Juna over the past week she couldn't help but feel a little... disappointed? In her eyes this place was pretty much just like every other city she had been in. Sure it didn't have the pompous hot air that filled most of Erebonia's noble cities, but at the core it was just a busy placed filled with all kinds of opportunity and danger for anyone who knew where to look.

Oh... She paused in her observation. That cart right across the street seemed kinda interesting.

Rean and her classmates were still busy listening to Captain Kate's request and not looking at her, so she took the brief opportunity to slip away and conduct her own little investigation. An investigation that bore quick fruit as Fie soon found herself sporting the spoils of victory. Even better, she made it back to the others before any of them realized she had been gone.

Of course it wasn't as if she could actually hide her prize as it dangled above her. As soon as the conversation with the police officer finished and the others turned to face her all eyes were slowly drawn to the two objects in her hand, “...Why do you have two balloons?”

“'Cause the guy over there was handing them out?” Fie answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was, “Only need one of em, so here you go.”

Altina stared blankly at the string in her hand before slowly allowing her gaze to shift upwards. The stoic girl gave an experimental tug of the balloon before nodding her head, “Thank you.”

“Hey! How come you didn't get me one!?”

“You're a local. I'm sure you've gotten plenty of them already.” Plus she could only convince the guy to part with two.

Juna opened her mouth to respond, but paused. She furrowed her brow and tilted her head thoughtfully. A heavy frown adorned her face, “You know... In all the time I've lived here that guy has never once offered me a balloon.” Indignant rage took a hold of her features before she turned to their final classmate, “Kurt! Go get us balloons!”

“Why should I do that?”

“Cause he knows me! It would be weird! Now c'mon, let's go!” Fie wondered if Juna realized that by shoving Kurt towards the balloon guy like that she was making them look to be a romantic couple on a date in the city. Knowing Juna? Probably not. Already she could hear a few giggles and amused whispers from pedestrians.

Balloon guy must have made a comment along those lines cause when the two returned Juna was about as pink as her hair as she looked everywhere except at her classmate. Even the normally calm Kurt looked about as uncomfortable as he had during their initiation test. At least this time he didn't get slapped for his efforts.

On the plus side all of Class VII were now holding onto balloons.

“Honestly you guys...” Rean tried to play the role of authoritarian leader, but the amusement in his voice was as clear as day, “If we're all finished playing tourist perhaps we should get started on our request?”

“Sounds good.” Fie decided to toss him a bone by agreeing, “...So what was the request anyways? I kinda missed most of it.”

Rean stared at her blankly before shaking his head and looking away. She just barely caught some of the words he was muttering to himself, “...take it back. She's not worth it at all.”

The silver-haired student had no idea what he was talking about, but that sounded kinda rude to her.

“Please try and listen this time.” Fie shrugged at his words, offering little in the way of promise, “We need to visit that orbal shop over there, a business association building on East Street, and the noodle cart in the harbor. After that it's up to the owners to fill out some business questionnaires for us to return to the captain.”

“Huh. Neat. We should probably finish our other request and then backtrack so we can end at the Harbor District. Plus it's closest to the RF building whenever that request is finally available.” Noticing all the looks sent her way Fie let out a small shrug, “What? I can be useful too, you know?”

“Huh...” Was it really all that surprising? She was good at more than just fighting! “W-Well, whatever. Let's hurry up and check out Genten! Hopefully Wendy is working there today!”

The Wendy that Juna mentioned was indeed working inside the orbal shop as an engineer. Since the entire concept of a business audit was both entirely foreign and extremely dull sounding, Fie contented herself to let Juna and Rean handle the encounter. It took only a few minutes for the woman and her friend at the counter to fill out the questionnaire, and another few for Wendy to provide a little tune-up for their ARCUS IIs.

What really annoyed the students, however, was how the engineer challenged their teacher to a game of Vantage Masters and he accepted without hesitation, “Wasn't he the one complaining we needed to be more professional?” Kurt groused.

“...I hope he loses.”

Sadly for Altina and the rest of them, Rean didn't lose. Instead they followed the annoyingly chipper instructor out of the shop after his victory. Having Juna around was helpful as she provided helpful commentary on all the important locations in the area. The bell. The Department Store, the fancy Restaurant, the Weapon Shop.

The only odd thing about the tour was when she pointed to a very old and nondescript building tucked away in the corner of the area before allowing her hand to fall with a heavy sigh. Whatever was up with that building definitely bugged the girl. That Rean seemed to know about it wasn't surprising, but it also meant that Altina probably knew. Fie would need to pry the younger girl's brain open when the chance arose.

As they passed the Central Square into West Street Fie noticed an adorable cat sleeping peacefully on a bench next to a little girl. Maybe she should try and catch a fish later for it?

West Street was a residential district. Of greater interest to Fie was that it was also apparently Juna's home. It was a nice enough area, Fie supposed. She was definitely looking forward to meeting Juna's family.

It probably wouldn't be nearly as awkward as when Fie was forced to introduce her family to her classmates last month.

But before they could do that they all unanimously agreed to complete the mission request in this area. That the request came from a bakery that was letting out an absurdly delicious smell contributed very little to that decision.

While munching on some tasty and still warm bread given freely from Juna's friend Oscar, she and the rest of Class VII listened to the request from the baker's daughter, Bennet. According to her there was a baking competition each month to decide on which bread will be put on display and every time she loses to Oscar. Given how tasty the bread they were eating was... Yeah. Fie could believe that.

Bennet's plan was to try a bunch of different unique dishes in hopes of finding inspiration to use in her own work. Unique dishes like what a bunch of Erebonian students could come up with. It probably wasn't the worst plan, even if Fie had no idea how eating food would actually inspire someone to make better bread.

That being said, at the moment she had more important things to worry about than that. Things like the collective gazes of her teammates all focused solely on the only member of the Cooking Club. Suddenly Fie found herself more nervous than she could recall being in a long long time – Fighting things was easy, but having to use her fledgling cooking skills for an actual request? Scary.

There was one question that was important enough to pierce through her doubts and worries, “So do we have a place to cook our food or were you expecting us to be carrying around a bunch of stale dishes in our pockets?”

“I-” Bennet's face rapidly paled as her eyes widened in horror. Clearly she had thought the latter for some reason, “F-Father's using the kitchen now and I wouldn't want Oscar to know what I'm doing in the first place... Argh!”

On a side note, Fie thought she had been getting better at understanding people, but Bennet really threw her for a loop. Either Oscar was her hated rival to be crushed at all costs or she was madly in love with him. Both options seemed equally plausible. Could it be both? That seemed like a mutually exclusive combination to her, but maybe she still didn't understand enough.

“Um... I have an idea.” Juna had an exceptionally pained look on her face as she suggested that, making everyone realize the next things out of her mouth would probably be quite embarrassing, “I-I'm sure if we ask my mom she'll let us use our kitchen for a while...”

“Are you sure?” Rean asked in concern, “I wouldn't want to inconvenience you any more than we already are.”

For some reason Rean's honest words caused Juna to scrunch up in frustration, “Of course it's fine! I wouldn't have suggested it if...!”

The former jaeger tilted her head thoughtfully. Speaking of people with confusing human reactions, Juna's weird relationship with their teacher was another oddity. The nicer he was the angrier she would respond. Sure the guy could be overbearing and obnoxious when he wanted to, but still...

Either way their destination had been decided and with dread in her heart over the upcoming task she followed the pink-haired girl to the apartment complex not far from the bakery. Mentally she was hurriedly trying to think through all the recipes that Sandy and Tita had been teaching her and sorting out which of those she was comfortable enough to serve to a complete stranger. The list was small, but hopefully it would-

“Relax.” She had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed her teacher until he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Just because you're in the Cooking Club doesn't mean you need to do everything yourself. I and the others will gladly offer our help.”

His words did actually make her feel better... Slightly, “Do the others actually know how to cook?” Thinking about it Juna probably did. Kurt seemed likely too. That just left... “Altina isn't gonna kill us all, right?” Basically all they had been doing during the few cooking classes in school was following whatever instruction Towa had for them. Bennet wanted unique dishes, not standard stuff! What was Altina's definition of unique?

Rean opened his mouth to answer, but paused before grimacing to himself, “...She's an intelligent girl who knows how to read instructions.”

“In other words, you've got no idea.” His words weren't inspiring confidence!

“At least I cannot imagine her being as bad as Millium. Did you know she was in the Cooking Club when I was a student? I just can't imagine Altina ever getting sugar and salt mixed up.”

Their attempt at entering Juna's apartment complex were put on hold as a tiny silver girl blocked the way, “...You do know I could hear every word you said, right?”

While the teacher laughed nervously Fie merely shrugged with little remorse, “So how about it? Can you cook?”

There was a long pause, “...I can follow instructions?”

Yep. No confidence inspired.

“As funny as this is, can we please hurry up? This is already super awkward for me and I'd rather just get it over with.” Juna's pleas were enough to rouse the three from their conversation as they followed the girl down some steps and to a door at the end of the hall. After taking a deep breath the girl knocked.

“Coming!” After a brief moment the door opened to reveal someone who could only be Juna's mom, “Who is it-” The woman's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the group, “Oh... Juna?”

“Hi, mom.”

What followed after was a scene of pure pink, as after the older woman hugged her daughter Juna's two younger siblings appeared to do the same. Sure Fie had seen the picture in their room, but it was such an absurd amount of bright color that she found herself wanting to look away.

...Or maybe she wanted to look away for a different reason? From everything she knew Juna's family was the textbook definition of a normal one, but it all seemed so abnormal in her eyes. Neither Boss nor any other member of Zephyr had ever been so affectionate or exuberant with her.

Fie had never found herself longing for the attention of a normal family before, but seeing it in person was uncomfortable for the little jaeger.

Thankfully for her the scene didn't last long as Juna's mom seemed to realize they were all standing outside of their apartment before hurriedly ushering them in. The place appeared to be like every other apartment she had seen in person, but there was an air of homeliness to it that she hadn't noticed in the other places. All in all she was pretty comfortable.

“We have plenty of seats. Please, relax while I prepare some tea and snacks for you all.”

“Actually mom, we have a weird request... Can we use the kitchen? Bennet wanted us to make some stuff and-” Juna being able to form a reply while being swarmed by two mini pink creatures was kinda impressive, all things considered.

“Say no more.” The older woman let out an amused giggle, “I take it this is one of your Special Operations missions you wrote about? Go ahead and do whatever you need.”

With permission granted Fie rose from her seat to investigate the kitchen area. While it wasn't as big as the one back at Thors, it was more than plenty for her to make a few choice dishes for the baker, “Cool. Thanks. Can one of you go to the store to pick up some ingredients? All I need is-”

“Nonsense, dear.” Juna's mom cut her off, “We have plenty of ingredients in the house. Feel free to use whatever you need.”

“M-Mom!? We can't possibly-”

“I insist.”

“But-!” The back and forth between the two Crawfords was kinda funny, but Fie had a sinking feeling that it might never end without intervention. And since the others were too honest and polite to come up with a solution it fell to her slender shoulders to do it. Not wanting to get caught in the middle of the debate she pulled out her ARCUS and typed her response.

'Just accept it and we'll leave the mira when we go.' Bennet had provided them plenty of cash for ingredients before they left the bakery, after all.

There was a pause in the argument while Juna glanced at her orbment before her eyes widened in realization, “A-Alright. You win, mom.”

“Haha! Juna loses again!”

“Go mom!”

“Why you two...!”

The interactions of that family were entirely too hilarious to Fie, but it also caused her to feel a pang of... something. She had never cared to think about her biological family before, but watching the Crawfords interact left her feeling something unpleasant inside of her. Was this how a normal family interacted?

Could she possibly imagine living a life like that?

Realizing that those thoughts were both depressing and pointless the silver-haired girl did her best to shake free of them to focus on the here and now. Already Rean was approaching her and she had a feeling that both Kurt and Altina wouldn't be far behind. If Juna ever managed to fend off her younger siblings – a battle which she was currently losing badly – Fie could probably count on her support too.

“What do you need me to do?” The teacher questioned the student.

Fie hummed in thought. Truth be told she hadn't really considered what she wanted Rean to do, “You any good at cooking?”

“I have some experience.” He replied humbly.

In other words... “Is there anything you aren't good at?” She didn't mean to sound bitter about it, but it was kinda annoying. Fighting. Piloting a mech. Fishing. Vantage Masters. How come this guy who was only two years her senior was so good at everything!?

“Haha...” And of course he had his stupid humble laugh.

Still, as aggravating as it was, this also made her life a lot easier, “Honestly? Just do your own thing. Bennet only said she wanted three dishes but I get the feeling she'll want a lot more. I've got some things for the others to do, but anything you add onto the pile would help.”

“Got it.”

“And how about me?”

Unlike Rean she actually had a plan for Kurt, “It's time for you to use those sword skills in the ultimate trial.” Kurt stiffened in surprise at her serious tone. That lasted until her next words, “...I want you to chop these veggies like the swordmaster you are!”

“...Very funny.” Still, the fact he took the offered veggies from her hands and began chopping them – with a knife and not his swords, sadly – gave her confidence that he would get the job done.

Next was Altina. The younger girl was glaring at Fie, probably still remembering that earlier comment. The former jaeger gave a mental shrug at that while she focused instead on mixing a handful of ingredients into a large bowl. Once that was finished she turned to her classmate, “I need you to whisk this until everything is blended nice and smooth.”

Wordlessly Altina complied, but Fie found herself frowning. She was whisking, yes, but it was a slow and dull whisk. Fie needed high intensity! To fix that she leaned in close before whispering, “When I asked how he got so good at headpats Rean told me that Millium was his favorite and he practiced lots with her.”

Yup. That was some furious whisking alright. Mission accomplished.

“I'm here...” Came the dead voice of their final classmate, catching Fie off guard. She hadn't expected Juna to extricate herself from the two children so quickly.

As a matter of fact, she hadn't. Both twins were still wrapped around her legs. That Juna was able to mostly ignore them while approaching her classmates was kinda impressive. Either she had the patience of a saint or they had thoroughly broken her. It could have been either, maybe both?

“Need me to do anything in particular or should I copy Instructor Rean and make something on my own?”

Through the endless despair that came with siblings a gleam of life came to her eyes. She sounded confident in her words. That made her decision easy, “Go wild.”

Despite the small apartment kitchen limiting what they could do, their progress with three cooks and two assistants was great. Fie could feel her confidence growing with each dish as everything seemed to turn out just how she imagined it. While Kurt and Altina put the finishing touches on her other dishes the girl focused on her masterpiece as it came out of the oven.

“What's that?”

She had noticed the mini-Junas watching her for the last few minutes, but given they had been silent she had elected to ignore them. Now that they had opened her mouths Fie was ready to answer, “These are my special Meringue Cookies.”

Originally the recipe Tita had shown her had been for a Chiffon Cake, but for reasons Fie wasn't even entirely sure of herself she had altered it into a more compact – but no less delicious – form. The end result was something entirely unique to her and thus it was currently her favorite recipe.

She wasn't sure if it was saying the word 'cookies' or the two kids actually laying their eyes on the dessert for themselves, but either way Fie could tell they were positively enthralled by the treat. Were she not a complete stranger in their house she was sure the two would have either been asking for one or plotting a theft attempt by now.

The Zephyr member smirked to herself. While it hadn't been her intention, she had made quite a few cookies. More than enough for their mission. With over-exaggerated motions she slyly glanced around before leaning towards the kids, “Y'know... The girl I usually have test these for me is out of the city right now. Know anyone who would be willing to try these for me?”

“Yes!” Her faux attempts at being stealthy were naturally ruined by the two excited children. Still, seeing them cheer in delight as they each grabbed one of her snacks was a nice feeling. A tug on her uniform drew her gaze away from them and towards Altina, who remained silent but was staring at her Meringue Cookies with great intensity. Behind her Kurt was trying to act cool, but the way his gaze kept lingering on her creation...

“Haha. Go ahead. There's plenty for everyone.”

When Fie joined the Cooking Club it had been almost entirely because of obligation. It was the best in a bunch of unimpressive choices. Personally the little jaeger thought the entire concept of clubs was pointless.

But as she stood there watching her teacher, classmates, and classmate's family all taking the time to enjoy something she had made with her own two hands?

Yeah. She was beginning to understand it now.

Fie was looking forward to telling Tita and Sandy about her success the next time she was back at camp. And after that she would continue studying under them. Because seeing the happiness of her friends had given her a new goal:

Before the year was over she was going to cook an entire meal for her friends.

Once Rean and Juna put the finishing touches on their own projects the three of them pooled their work to see that they had definitely made enough variety of food to appease the weird baker. With Rean declaring their mission as complete the group of five announced their departure from Juna's house, much to the sadness of the two munchkins who were doing their best to prevent their big sister from leaving. This time, however, Juna was quick to pry them off, albeit with a look of reluctance upon her face.

The walk back to the bakery was a quick one, and as expected Bennet was absolutely delighted by the amount of dishes they brought her. Fie didn't really care about that, however, as both her eyes and nose had been drawn to something in particular that Oscar was just bringing out of the kitchen.

In a rush she tugged on Rean's sleeve before pointing to the object of her affections, “I want one of those honey bagels.”

“...Didn't we just eat sweets?” The teacher asked her tiredly.

“Don't care. You said you'd buy me a dessert, right? Well there it is.”

“But...” He was grasping at straws, “It'll be lunch soon. Wouldn't you rather wait?”

She shook her head, “Nope. This is for research. Need to try it so I can make it for myself.”

“...I'm fairly sure you can't figure out a recipe just by trying the dish once.”

“Wanna bet?” His resistance to her idea was unsurprising, but if there was anything Fie had learned over the past two months it was that her teacher was a total sucker. She just needed to keep pressing him and she would get her way sooner rather than later.

And after that she would take her time to enjoy the tastiest looking bagel ever while her classmates could only look on with jealously.

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Finishing up the audit took very little time at all as Class VII simply needed to retrace their steps to hit the other two shops needed. Both places went smoothly, with the only thing of note being the two Thors students they encountered along the way. One being Linde, the twin sister of that annoying reporter Vivi, with the other being a very excitable businesswoman named Becky.

Privately Fie could only wonder if this would be the fate of her and her classmates eventually. Were they to become some weird human swarm that spreads across the continent, consuming all in their wake? Was she destined to run into classmates wherever she went for the rest of her life?

Hopefully not, but at some level that didn't sound entirely bad.

If there was one letdown from their mission requests it was that the path they ended up taking kept them far away from Crossbell's fabled Entertainment District. Randy would be so disappointed in her. Hopefully the chance would arise for her to slip away and at least check out the casino the older man had gushed about so much, since she had a funny feeling her boring teacher would never allow it.

Oh well. At least Rean got the call that their client from the Epstein Foundation was ready for them just as they were finishing up at the noodle stand. It took a few minutes for the police captain to arrive to collect their work, but after that they went directly to the second largest building in the city.

It only took a minute after they reported to the desk before a nearby elevator chimed as it opened. Given that the person who had sent them the request was a high ranking engineer she expected to see some crusty old dude. Instead the person who stepped out was a girl who looked even younger than her...?

And yet as Juna rushed over to the girl there seemed to be no denying that this was their client. While the pink-haired girl chatted excitedly with the overwhelmed newcomer Fie witnessed Altina whispering something to Rean. As usual the two of them knew something more than what they were sharing. At least Kurt seemed to be just as ignorant as she was. It was nice having someone to share her ignorance with.

Eventually as the girl led them to a group of nearby couches she introduced herself as Tio Plato, Development Chief of the Epstein Foundation's Crossbell Branch. The name sounded vaguely familiar to Fie, but definitely not for anything related to engineering. It was only once Juna proudly introduced her as a member of the SSS that Fie understood.

Randy had mentioned that one of his old coworkers had been a kid, but this definitely wasn't what she had expected. Then again, wasn't one of her classmates a tiny child too...?

“Tio is seriously amazing, you guys! Not only was she in charge of information management at the SSS, she's a prodigy at working the orbal network! And she loves Mishy more than anything-”

Wow. Juna was really fangirling hard. This was pretty hilarious to watch, especially as the SSS member looked like she had swallowed something bitter as she tried and failed to temper Juna's enthusiasm.

Eventually Rean decided to be a bore by bringing the discussion back on topic before Juna could make a complete fool of herself. According to Tio there had been a computer glitch in the underground Geofront network and she needed to fix it, but to do so she needed an escort to protect her from all the monsters down there. From all accounts a simple enough request, but after a morning spent wandering around doing audits and cooking food Fie couldn't deny that a part of her was looking forward to the chance to let loose against some monsters.

Of course the Geofront was all the way back near the train station which meant that once again Class VII was walking through the city – albeit with a guest this time. She wasn't tired at all, but walking constantly was such a dull affair. Maybe she could convince someone to carry her if she faked an injury or something?

Those thoughts were discarded as they passed the central square and Fie remembered her own personal mission which she hurriedly moved to complete. Approaching the bench with the little girl and the cat she reached into her satchel and pulled out...

“Where did you get that fish!?” Kurt yelled in confusion.

“Fished it up while you guys were auditing the noodle stand.” She enjoyed the shocked looks of her friends. In truth she hadn't had time to pull off something that elaborate, instead opting to purchase the fish from one of East Street's fishmongers while the others were chatting with some other merchant.

More importantly, however, was the reaction of the cat. “Nyannyan...!” She, her classmates, and the little girl all looked on with wide-eyes as the cat snatched the fish out of her hands before bounding away in a rush.

“Ah, yes.” Tio was the only one not surprised as she nodded her head sagely, “It was smart of you to bring Coppe a fish. He really loves them. And if my calculations are correct he should be back right about... now.”

“Funya~” Coppe's return was highlighted by the cat dropping a small object at Fie's feet.

Curiously she picked it up, “...A master quartz?” Time element, to boot. Seemed like a pretty high quality quartz compared to her current one. Neat.

“He does that. None of us know where he gets those quartz from, but he was always a steady supplier for the SSS. I would have loved to provide Coppe with some fish of my own, but...” Tio closed her eyes and shuddered, “...I do not like fish. Too slimy. Too creepy.”

Eventually they moved on and soon arrived at the Geofront's entrance. After unlocking the door Tio led them inside. Down a flight of stairs they entered an elevator, which led them to another flight of stairs...

Just how deep did this place actually go!?

With them now in a combat environment Fie became more focused on her surroundings and of the gunblades now in her hands. Still, that didn't stop the former jaeger from noticing just how excited Juna had gotten upon realizing that she was about to fight alongside a member of the SSS. It kinda reminded her of the first time she had acted when Xeno and Leo allowed her to go on a three person mission with them. It was endearingly obvious that Juna didn't just idolize that Lloyd Bannings guy. She idolized the entire group. And from what she had seen of Crossbell that seemed to be a common opinion among the populace.

Still, idolizing Randy Orlando of all people? No wonder Crossbell was in its current mess.

That wasn't to say that Fie wasn't interested in the orbal technician herself. Hero of Crossbell business aside she had heard a few stories about the group from Randy and her curiosity was piqued. While Tio certainly didn't look like much it wasn't as if Fie had any room to comment. Being a tiny girl had been an asset as much as a hindrance over her career. Given the orbal staff in the other girl's hands she could only assume that she would be a more supporty type of fighter-

Tio must have noticed her assessment as their eyes met and the corner of her lips curled upwards, “I'm interested in you too.”

“Huh?” Privately Fie cursed her lame response, but thankfully the blue-haired girl didn't comment on it.

“Mmm. When I learned that one of Juna's classmates was a former jaeger like Randy I was a little concerned. I kinda imagined you being more...” Tio trailed off.

But that didn't stop Fie from filling in the blanks, “Loud, obnoxious, and nursing a hangover?” Her words were on the money as both girls giggled to themselves, “Nah. I'm definitely not like Randy. You should meet the jaeger turned bracer that found me, though.”

“Either that or someone like Garcia Rossi. He-” Tio turned her head a second before Fie noticed what was going on, “...Looks like we have company.”

A group of nasty looking giant roaches were rapidly approaching the group. Huh. Tio was pretty observant to have beaten both her and Rean. A skilled, quiet, snarky girl who somehow managed to survive living with Randy for a year?

Yeah. Fie found herself respecting her temporary companion.

Thankfully for them the monsters weren't particularly dangerous, especially with the addition of a skilled arts user to the party – something which Class VII was admittedly quite lacking in. That didn't stop Fie from being annoyed after the fight, “How come every sewer has to be a monster infested dump? I mean this place is all modern and fancy, right? Why doesn't it have some kind of system to keep the monster infestations away?”

The only reply she got was silence. Figures.

She grumbled petulantly as the group continued moving forward. The Geofront reminded her a lot of the Einhel Keep trials they had been doing each month. Just a lot of machinery, bright lights, and monsters to be dealt with.

And just like the most recent trial the place also had a completely nonsensical path for them to follow, “Do they really expect workers to do stuff like this?” She asked after they exited from a vent in order to flip a switch to open a path forward, “What kind of psychopath would design the place to be like this?”

“Well, the entire Geofront was a front to mask how it was originally designed to power a ritual-”

“T-That doesn't matter!” Rean cut Altina off far too quickly to be anything but suspicious, “T-The sector I was in was a lot easier to traverse. Perhaps this area is just unique in its... difficult layout?”

“...I was set on fire the last time I was in the E sector.” Tio muttered with a heavy frown as if she was remembering some unfortunate memories. To that Rean had no retort, instead bowing his head sulkily. Fie gave him a pitying pat on the back. He tried, but there was just no fighting off this many snarky girls at the same time.

It was funny watching Juna get more and more agitated after every vent and ladder they came across, but after a while even Fie was considering just ditching the others and relying on her own agility to traverse the area. They could catch up eventually. With her stealth training she could slip past all the monsters and take a quick nap in the terminal room-

“We're here.” ...Or they could finally reach the end of the sector. That worked too.

The room at the end of the Geofront was pretty much exactly what she imagined a terminal room would look like. Just a large open room with a single giant computer sitting at the end. Tio's comment that this terminal had been a backup for a much larger one that Rean smashed up a year ago was kinda interesting, especially as the teacher looked rather sheepish at the mention. Definitely a story there.

As the Epstein chief began tapping away at the terminal Fie allowed herself the chance to relax. The room was completely devoid of monsters and the exits were covered so there wasn't anything to worry about-

At first she thought Tio was trolling her when she turned around with orbal staff at the ready, but a second later Rean drew his tachi and began scanning around for an unseen threat. Great. Her smug thoughts just screwed them all, didn't it?

Fie's problem had been thinking about things in a rational manner. The idea that they were safe so long as they kept the doors covered was a nice theory, except that didn't apply when the enemies had the unfair ability to appear out of thin air. One such example was that very moment as something large and dangerous looking appeared out of thin air right in front of them.

Although it was different from the one Class VII had faced at the start of the year she was immediately able to identify the enemy as one of those weird Magic Knights. This one, however, looked a lot nastier than their first trial as it was a big pink machine with a wicked looking battleaxe. Knowing they needed to keep it away from the terminal to their backs added an extra wrinkle of difficulty to the upcoming fight, but thankfully it seemed like the robot only had eyes for the humans in the room. Hurray.

In such a small room the Magic Knight didn't even have to pick a target as it could simply swing its axe around at random and completely scatter the members of Class VII. Even though Fie was able to dodge the attack with some difficulty she couldn't help but worry about the others – There just wasn't much space for dodging and it would only take one hit to really hurt someone. If only she could share some of her speed and agility with the others...

Had she not been so focused on launching her own assault on the rampaging machine she might have noticed her ARCUS II glowing for a moment.

Unfortunately for her, this ruby colored machine was a lot bulkier than the one they had faced earlier. Her bullets bounced harmlessly off its armor, her slashes did little more than scratch the paint, and what little damage she did was completely nullified as the Magic Knight regenerated almost instantly.

In that moment Fie made a mental note: As soon as they were back at school she was going to focus her everything on coming up with a new move. A true finished to surpass her Sylphid Dance. All the speed in the world meant nothing if she lacked the power to back it up.

At least she wasn't completely sidelined because she still had her explosives. A part of her was loath to waste her entire stockpile of fun explodey things on an unthinking golem, but a bigger part of her hated being useless. And right now she was useless.

Plus, this was Crossbell. She could just guilt Rean into replacing her stash at Neinvalli later.

The former jaeger observed the ongoing battle. Luckily for them the basic intelligence of the Magic Knight was easy to exploit – it simply went after the closest and most threatening target. That made it easy for them to control the enemy. Currently it seemed rather angry at Rean as the teacher had stabbed it just as it was about to corner Juna and Kurt.

But even if it wasn't targeting Fie she couldn't simply walk up to it and plant explosives while it was in motion. If she wanted to have any chance at taking it down she would need to place her charges in vulnerable spots. To do that would require it to be held in place for a long moment...

She watched in interest as the Magic Knight was caught in a blast of ice. It only took a few seconds for it to roar and shatter the obstacle, but those few seconds...

Decision made she approached the caster of that ice and the intelligence agent that was fighting next to her, “Think you can do that, but bigger?”

Tio glanced down at the orbal staff in her hands with a contemplative look, “It'll short out this test staff, but I should be able to. Why?” In response Fie drew one of her more powerful explosives from her satchel, “Mmm. That should work.” The engineer began charging up her staff for the attack.

“...I'll distract it.” Altina muttered as she approached the enemy, “Claiomh Solais!” Her machine punching the larger one accomplished little damage, but it did drew the ire of the axe-wielder, “Black Barrier!”

Her last second application of her shell's barrier proved effective at stopping the attack. The Magic Knight actually seemed confused by its failure for the briefest of moments before it wound its arm back for another swing. Fie wasn't sure if Altina could protect against another attack like that-

“Absolute Zero!” Instead of connecting with its swing, however, the Magic Knight found itself completely frozen thanks to Tio's powerful staff attack. Perfect.

With a burst of speed Fie placed herself directly behind the enemy machine. Already it was struggling to break free of the freezing trap and she knew she didn't have much time to waste. Fie was pretty sure that not even all of her explosives would be enough to put it down for good, so she didn't even try to kill it. Instead she quickly stuffed every last piece of plastic in her possession on the back of the knight's leg.

With a roar the Magic Knight freed itself, but Fie was already at a safe distance, “Ignition.” With a press of the button all of her charges detonated at once.

The result was both effective and entirely underwhelming. Fie had envisioned the entire leg being removed from the force of all that explosive power. It didn't. Still, it was more than enough for the enemy to collapse to one knee. Its attempts at standing back up were futile, but already she could see it beginning to repair the damage-

“Seventh Slash - Fallen Leaves!” But before it could Rean was there with his own attack. Unlike Fie his most powerful move was actually capable of piercing the armor of the Magic Knight. And given that he struck at the vulnerable chest cavity of the helpless target...

“Woo. We rule.” She deadpanned as the creature vanished into a ball of light. The Magic Knight hadn't been a particularly dangerous opponent, but it was obnoxious fighting something that just wouldn't die, especially in a tight place like that room.

With the battle over she listened with half an ear as Rean chatted with Tio. Apparently Magic Knights had never been seen in Crossbell until that very moment. Why the sudden change was a mystery that was probably important, but not one that she cared enough to try and solve herself. Instead she glanced around the room for a nice place to sit and relax while Tio did whatever needed to be done to fix the terminal-

It was because of that that she almost missed the flash of light and the return of the Magic Knight.

She narrowed her eyes at the opponent. That wasn't quite right. While the Magic Knight looked identical to the ruby red creature they had just vanquished, the fact it didn't have a single scratch from the battle led her to think that this was a second one. But a second identical knight appearing right after they beat the first was just as confusing!

Naturally, however, all those thoughts were secondary to the issue at hand – While the first battle hadn't taken that long and nobody had gotten hurt she knew they couldn't win the same was as before because she no longer had any explosives to use. Would they be able to make a new opening before exhaustion became an issue?

It seemed like Rean wasn't too keen on finding out because he raised his arm and began to call for Valimar. That he could have done that in the first place wasn't lost on the former jaeger, and she made a note to bug him about it later. Still, right now she wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. Rean could take care of this enemy on his own-

“No need for that!”

...Or for the second month in a row the Ashen Chevalier was interrupted before he could call his Divine Knight. This time the culprit was a blonde woman standing atop a side passage at a higher level in the room. In her hands was an orbal bow which she used to pepper the Divine Knight, inflicting little real damage, but drawing the ire of the hulking foe.

Which played into the hands of her companion as she leapt over the robot. At first Fie thought it had been a simple acrobatic display, but a glint of light caught her eye. That light revealed itself to be a myriad of wires attached to her hands, which were now wrapped around the Magic Knight. If those wires were made of steel than that had to have been the strongest steel on the continent, as somehow the massive enemy was unable to escape from the confines it found itself in.

Which, just like in the previous fight, left its vulnerable chest area completely exposed to the beautiful archer. “Gabriel Arrow!” What fired from her bow wasn't an arrow at all, but a beam of energy that Fie could feel from her position a few arge away. Said beam connected square on the weak spot of the Magic Knight, causing it to roar in anger before vanishing away.

Huh. That was easy.

For a few long seconds nobody moved, but once it became clear that there was no third Magic Knight Fie finally allowed herself to relax. Instead she eyed the newcomers warily. The one who was dressed as a maid was especially interesting, as those wires and acrobatics weren't something someone picked up from a legal fighting style. A little too unorthodox for jaegers though...

The maid must have noticed the scrutiny as she gave Fie a small smile and a polite curtsy. Yeah, definitely suspicious.

Thoughts of super strong combat maids with shady training were put on hold as the teary-eyed blonde archer embraced her teacher. Huh. She had thought Laura's hug the previous month was a little too much to be just friends, but this one might have put it to shame.

After a long and awkward wait the girl pulled herself away from Rean with a bright blush before introducing herself as Alisa Reinford, a member of the Reinford Group. The maid beside her was her assistant. That Alisa was also a former classmate of Rean wasn't at all a surprise after that display of affection.

While Rean caught up with his... friend, and Tio got back to work on the terminal – using some spare parts that Alisa had brought – Fie approached her friends, “Anyone else feeling kinda awkward right now?”

“Yes! Juna hissed loudly, “It's kinda pissing me off, actually! How does that guy...? Ugh!”

“I fail to see the problem.” Kurt blandly countered, “While it's clear that the Old Class VII share an unusually tight bond, I don't think it's any of our concern.”

“And yet you are blushing.” Fie pointed out, causing the Vander to turn away and grumble something under his breath. Instead of listening to his whining she turned to the last member of their group, “You know about his old class, right? Any other girls close to Rean?”

Altina opened her mouth to answer- “All done. Thanks for the help, Alisa.”

“Heehee. Glad to be of assistance.”

“Great job Tio. Alright everyone, I think we should get of here before any more Magic Knights decide to appear.”

With both Rean and the newcomers sticking close to them during the egress it was impossible for Class VII to finish the conversation in peace. Altina looked particularly miffed about being cut off while Juna actually glared at her SSS idol once or twice during the trip, causing Fie no small amount of amusement.

Still... Just what had Altina been about to say?

After conversing with Alisa about something Rean made the announcement that they were all headed back to camp for lunch. As much as she really wanted those noodles she also had no desire to walk all the way through the city and back again just for lunch. At least having so many extra people with them ensured that no monster was dumb enough to commit suicide via Class VII during the short trip.

Apparently the campus had contracted the Reinford Group to deliver some supplies to the camp, because almost as soon as they arrived Alisa made a call and a train car sporting the logo of the Reinford industrial juggernaut rolled in. While the older girl remained silent about the contents of the car Tita seemed to be over the moon about it. Fie was admittedly a little curious about what could excite her friend so much, but she didn't care enough to press the issue.

Instead she and the others were ushered into the conference room to debrief Randy and Towa alongside their guests. The appearance of the Magic Knights confused those in charge, as did news that the cryptid that had been defeated in the mountains was one that had only been seen in Erebonia before. It was almost like the weird magic powers responsible for those monsters acknowledged Crossbell as a part of Erebonia now, but there was no way that something that occult could be affected by some politician moving lines on a map... right?

In the end it was decided to just continue with their mission. With everything in the city finished there was nothing left for them to do except get lunch and check out the two known cryptid locations. While the former was good news – Sandy was hard at work making them lunch, after all – the latter caused Fie to sigh, “Great. More walking.”

“Actually.” Alisa smiled at her knowingly, “I have a surprise that can help out with that.” She turned towards Rean, “And I would feel a lot better about all this if you took Sharon with you.” She gestured to the maid who had been standing behind her, who promptly gave a curtsy to the group.

“W-Wait, what!?” Juna was the only one of the students who expressed confusion at that offer. Altina gave no reaction – either she didn't care or she already knew about the maid.

“Well, she does seem quite skilled...” Kurt's thoughts were similar to Fie's own. The more she thought about it the more she was certain that the servant's prior employment had been something illegal. Boss had mentioned some groups out there that weren't jaegers but were just as deadly. Could she have been a part of one of them?

Well, whatever. Given how affectionate the Reinford daughter was towards the teacher there was little doubt in Fie's mind that there was no hostile purpose in assigning Sharon to them. And her strength was as plain as day.

“Haha. Sure. I see no reason not to accept. Thanks, Alisa.” Seemed that Rean thought the same way.

With that out of the way the group made their exit from the train so that Alisa could show them the surprise she had promised. Said surprise was being unloaded from the car as they arrived. And what a surprise it was.

“Holy hell...” Fie muttered aloud.

Orbal bikes. Two of them. She was no engineer, but already she could tell just how cool they were. Most of the convenience of an orbal car, but without looking as lame as those family vehicles were. And with the smaller size she could already imagine taking one of them off road or through some back alleys or something.

The machines were new to the market, according to Alisa, but once again Fie found herself annoyed to find out that Rean had somehow been partly been responsible for them, having served as a test driver for the original model. But this time she couldn't find herself to be too mad about it, because even with the attached sidecar they were really cool and she wanted one!

But before that could happen Rean sent them off to eat a quick lunch. Hurrying into the kitchen Fie expected to see her cheerful friend working away in the kitchen. And Sandy was there, but that wasn't what caused her to pull up short alongside her classmates.

“W-When did this happen?” Juna asked from beside her.

“Oh! Fie and the rest of Class VII!” Sandy smiled as she greeted them, “I have no idea who she is, but she showed up a few minutes ago and offered to help. I didn't see the harm in letting her, but... wow.”

“Wow indeed.” Fie agreed as they watched the maid all but dance through the Derfflinger's tiny kitchen with practiced ease. “She's Sharon, a maid for the Reinford Group.”

Curiously she approached the kitchen while still respecting the chef's need for space. Fie thought she had been getting better at cooking herself, but watching the maid effortlessly work on a half-dozen different dishes at once while not letting a single one spill or burn... Yeah. She was only a culinary neophyte, but she understood enough to know that this was a master in action, “...You've gotta teach me how to do that.”

She hadn't even meant to mutter those words out loud, but Sharon stopped in her work long enough to shoot the silver-haired girl a smile, “Should my Lady allow it it would be my pleasure to teach you. I served as the dormitory maid for the Original Class VII, you know.”

Rean got to eat like this every day for a year? She glanced across the room at their teacher who had just entered the room alongside the other teachers, Alisa, and Tio. He must have overheard Sharon's comment as he nodded his head sheepishly, “It's true. We were spoiled rotten.”

“...It's not that big a deal.” Alisa muttered as she glanced away with a furious blush. Considering her name Fie was certain that the older girl had been raised on this food. Some people had all the luck in life.

“W-Well...” Sandy tilted her head thoughtfully, “I think I speak for all of us in the Cooking Club when I say we would love to learn from you, Sharon.”

Juna raised her hand like they were in a classroom, causing Fie to roll her eyes as she glanced towards her club captain, earning herself a nod of assent, “...Guests can come too, I guess.” The Crossbellian cheered.

Unsurprisingly the lunch was as good as it looked and Rean's suggestion that they have a quick lunch ended up being completely ignored as Class VII and friends took their sweet time. Not that the teacher could complain any considering he was right there with them relishing in Sharon's food. Still, all good things had to come to an end and eventually they reluctantly departed from the car as it began to fill with students from the other classes.

Which brought them to their current predicament. They had two orbal bikes available to them. There were six members of the team headed out to the beach to investigate cryptid sightings. There was a big discrepancy in those numbers.

And with Rean abusing his authority to hop onto the lead bike, Sharon in tow...

“Dibs.”

“Dibs.”

Fie glared at Juna. Juna glared at Fie. Both Kurt and Altina wisely stepped away from the brewing conflict.

“Wanna VM for it?” Fie was confident she could beat her friend at the card game, especially with a reason to play.

“We could, but I have a better idea.” Juna's victorious smirk was unsettling, “Maybe we should let the person with actual driving experience drive?”

Damn! Fie hadn't even considered that Juna would know how to drive! This was bad! “U-Um... Well.. we all know Rean's a good teacher so I'm sure with his instructions I'll pick it up real fast?”

Sucking up like that was humiliating, but it was her only possible chance.

“Haha... Sorry, Fie.” Rean's words signaled her ultimate defeat, “While I appreciate the vote of confidence...” She would have been proud of the raw sarcasm dripping off his voice were the situation not so lame, “...it's best we let Juna take charge this time. I'll gladly teach you and anyone else interested in how to drive these things once we're back at school.”

Juna pumped her fist, causing Fie to scowl even harder, “...I'm gonna shoot out the tire and crash us all.” Her bitter comment caused the Crossbellian's grin to widen as she approached the other bike, humming a cheery little victory tune.

With the drivers decided and both Sharon and Kurt taking the sidecars the only question that remained was who would end up riding behind-

Never mind. Altina was already approaching Rean's bike. The littlest student turned towards Fie and gave the flattest stare possible, as if she still held Fie personally responsible for the seating arrangements the previous month when they rode horses. For such an emotionless girl she sure knew how to hold a grudge.

Fie rolled her eyes as she approached Juna's bike. These cryptids had better be worth all the hassle.

Chapter Text

“Magic Knights are way worse.”

“What?!” Juna looked stunned by Fie's conclusion, “Nuh uh! The Magic Knight wasn't hard at all! That Unsurtr nearly killed us! How is this even up for debate?”

Fie rolled her eyes, “Sure it was strong, but the cryptid died when we hit it a bunch of times. Maybe those Magic Knights could learn something from it. Plus, it didn't nearly kill us. It nearly killed Kurt. Big difference.”

“Sometimes you really scare me.” Juna muttered before both girls turned their attention to the only male in the class, “Err... How are you feeling, by the way?”

“...Like I just ate an entire buffet of Freddy's cooking.” The Vander replied miserably as he held his stomach.

“You gotta be aware of everything your enemy is doing if you want to dodge its attacks. You were too focused on the cryptid's claws and head. Anything can be a weapon” Fie nodded her head sagely. Her advice sounded good. She definitely wouldn't have gotten kicked like that.

Kurt glared at her, “I am sure in time I will appreciate that advice, but right now...? Shush. Cryptids are definitely worse foes to fight.”

“Yes!” Juna crowed at getting him onto her side, “High five!” She raised an arm expectantly.

“Is that a good idea? Kurt appears to be about to vomit his lunch everywhere.” Altina pointed out as she entered the conversation.

“Eww... Good point.” Arm went down, “Still, at least he isn't an idiot like Fie. You agree too, right Allie?”

The shortest member of the class tilted her head thoughtfully, “...I do not like Magic Knights. The technology that controls them is too different from Claiomh Solais or any other machine I know about. It is... disconcerting.”

“Yes!” Fie pumped her fist, “That's three to two. We win.”

Her words caused Juna to blink in confusion, “...How the hell did you get three points?”

“Me, Altina, and Claiomh Solais. Obviously.”

Her ally nodded in assent, “It is true. Claiomh Solais counts as much as any of you.”

As if hearing it's name called the robot appeared before making the strange robotic noises it was known for. Altina - being the only one who could understand it - listened carefully before frowning in what appeared to be surprise and confusion.

“What did it say?” Kurt prompted once it became clear she wasn't providing an answer.

“...It was nothing.”

“What do you mean it was nothing?” Juna pressed, “It said something that seemed to annoy you... Wait a second... It totally hates fighting cryptids, doesn't it!?”

There was absolutely no way Juna's idiotic idea was right. Or at least that had been Fie's thoughts before her classmate turned away with an embarrassed huff.

No way!

“W-Well...” She winced at the stutter, “What about you guys?”

You guys in this case was referring to the two adults of the group who had been silently walking a few paces ahead of them. As much as it pained her to admit it, the cryptid fight would have been a lot harder were it not for them. Rean was one thing, but somehow the maid might have been even stronger with the way she sliced up the massive creature after trapping it with those nearly unbreakable wires of hers.

...She really needed to find Sharon's dealer to get some for her own use. There was no way those were simple steel wires.

Sharon made a humming noise as she rested a cheek in the palm of her hand, “While I must admit I don't appreciate how Magic Knights are unable to feel pain or fear-” Okay, so the maid was actually really scary. Good to know, “...My dislike of cryptids is far greater. An Unsurtr like the one we just defeated nearly killed my Lady Alisa and Master Gwyn during the civil war. A crime for which there can be no forgiveness.”

Five down, which just left one to go. All eyes turned towards the teacher of the group, “...Can I abstain?”

“No you can't!” Either Juna didn't realize that him abstaining would win her the argument or her anger at his wishy-washy nature was greater. Either way, Fie wasn't complaining.

“Fine...” Rean shook his head tiredly, “I suppose my pick is for Magic Knights.” Yes! “I'll never forget the time I had to fight one in the Eisengard Range just a few minutes after waking from a month long coma...” It almost seemed like he forgot they were there and was instead reliving a painful memory.

“Um... Instructor?” Kurt's confusion spoke for all of them. Even Altina, surprisingly enough.

Realizing his mistake the elder swordsman used a cough to try and mask his flush of humiliation, “Er... What I meant to say is that... There was a really powerful Magic Knight in a hidden shrine near my hometown of Ymir. Myself and the original Class VII only barely managed to beat it in the end. So don't get complacent just because the ones we've fought thus far haven't been the most powerful.”

“So it's a tie... Lame” Fie mused aloud before realizing that their idle conversation had taken them all the way back to their two parked bikes. That meant it had done its job and she was more than willing to forget the entire thing had happened. The little jaeger began approaching the bike she shared with Juna and Kurt-

“Actually...” Sharon's word stopped her in her tracks, “There is something I wish to discuss with Master Rean in private, but given the lack of bikes I fear it is a discussion one of you will have to overhear. Would it be alright for Lady Fie and Lady Altina to swap positions for the return trip?”

On one hand it was appreciated that Sharon either saw her as someone who could keep her mouth shut or simply decided that her jaeger background made her more open to whatever it was she had to say. It felt nice to be trusted like that.

...But those warm and fuzzy feelings paled in comparison to the hole that Altina's glare was burning into the back of her head. Fie had never prayed to the Goddess for anything before, but right now she was in dire need of divine intervention.

Altina-related doom aside, she would freely admit that she was curious to hear the story of this badass super maid. Thus she did her best to ignore the look of imminent demise from her friend as she swapped bikes and hopped on behind Rean.

The story she silently listened to was both expected and unexpected in equal measures. Fie had already guessed that Sharon had been an assassin at some point, so that revelation didn't surprise or bother her as much as it did Rean. One did not acquire a skill set like she possessed without some kind of special training.

But while that didn't surprise her, the news that she had been an enforcer of Ouroboros after that organization destroyed her assassin's guild wasn't expected at all. That meant that she was like Shirley! And yet despite being an enforcer she was currently working as a maid for the Reinford family, a job which Sharon seemed to take great joy in...?

...Yeah. The society was weird.

Well, whatever. It wasn't her place to comment on it so she didn't. Instead she just relaxed and enjoyed the bike ride back to camp. One day she would be the one riding this glorious machine and it would be so much more fun.

Speeding laws were for wimps, after all.

At camp they were forced to sit through yet another dull debriefing. Much of the focus seemed to be on the strange red grass they found after fighting the cryptid, which Rean called Pleroma Grass. A funny little weed that somehow caused cryptids to appear in Crossbell the previous time. Except this time it was crimson when it used to be blue?

What little Fie understood about gardening was related to seeds that grew flowers and vegetables, not massive demonic monsters. But considering that neither Rean, Randy, nor anyone else in the briefing had any idea what it meant she decided to not fuss over the details for now.

Before anything else could happen they were all interrupted by the rumble of an airship. Exiting the train she peered up and confirmed that was indeed the case. Except it wasn't just any airship – Instead it was the biggest airship she had ever seen in her life and it wasn't even particularly close.

The Pantagruel. According to the others it had been the flagship of the Noble Alliance during the civil war, but now served as property of the Imperial Family. Fitting for a vehicle that completely dominated the skies.

It seemed that the inspection team had finally arrived.

All the monitors on the train were turned on to a local station that was broadcasting the arrival of the landing shuttle atop Orchis Tower. Fie watched with a little interest as all the celebrities inside stepped out one at a time. The Imperial Governor, Carl Regnitz, father of a member of the original Class VII. The Chairman of the Reinford Group, Irina Reinford, who had a daughter that had been a member of the original Class VII.

...She was starting to see a trend there.

Thankfully the rest of the important people had nothing to do with Rean's class. There was the infamous Prince Olivert, and beside him was his sister the equally famous Princess Alfin. And behind her trailed a pretty black-haired girl. No Class VII connections among that group.

Well, whatever. It wasn't as if the identity of a few big-shot individuals mattered to a student like her. Or at least that had been her thought process until Class VII reconvened a minute later and both Juna and Kurt looked upset about something they had seen. This time she found herself sharing in ignorance with Altina of all people. Maybe Rean knew something, but the guy was too busy sporting a dumb grin on his face to comment.

“What's up with all of you?” She asked, knowing that her fellow silver-haired girl wouldn't.

“It's nothing!”

“I-I'm fine.”

“Haha... Don't worry about it.” Fie did her best to keep her eye from twitching at being blown off by all three individuals. She probably failed. Rean gave a quick cough before continuing, “Are you guys all ready to recommence our mission? We still need to investigate the cryptid off the East Crossbell Highway before the day ends.”

Before Rean had even finished his speech Altina walked off towards the bikes, causing Fie to roll her eyes. Did the other girl seriously think that it was her fault she was forced to ride with Rean on the trip back? Mentally she cursed Sharon – no amount of juicy backstory was worth the ire of a jilted rabbit.

At least with neither the maid nor any other guest with them she was free to claim the sidecar. It wasn't nearly as cool as driving the bike, but it beat being forced to sit behind someone any day, no matter what Altina might think.

The ride to the city was easy enough, but actually getting through the city on their bikes was a pain. Crossbell's road layout did not make for smooth transportation, especially with the added traffic probably due to the inspection team's arrival. Instead the five members of Class VII found themselves sitting in the city center waiting for a police officer to wave their bikes through.

“What's wrong, you two?” Fie could have rolled her eyes. Now Rean wanted an answer to the question she had asked earlier but he blew off. Figures.

“Sorry.” Kurt muttered. And of course the swordsman would answer their teacher and not her! “That broadcast... It felt really strange to not see my brother there...”

Ah... Fie still didn't understand the Vander family completely, but she understood enough for his reaction to make sense. Kurt's brother should have been Prince Olivert's bodyguard, but with everything that had happened to his family lately...

After staring at Kurt in confused sympathy for a moment Juna turned her head away and muttered out loud, “I was just, um... wondering... Why wasn't Speaker MacDowell there to greet the inspection team?”

Fie knew little about Crossbell and cared even less for politics, so the name meant nothing to her. But given how how stressed her friend was over it she turned a curious gaze towards their teacher, looking for clarification, “Crossbell's most famous politician... He used to be the mayor.”

If there was one thing the guy loved doing, it was explaining stuff to people, whether they wanted to know or not.

“Yeah, it wouldn't be unexpected to see him here as one of the local representatives... I'm just worried that he might've gotten sick or something.”

Or something indeed. While Fie still didn't give a damn about politics she felt she had at least some understanding how an occupation like this would work. There were plenty of reasons for someone like Rufus Albarea to keep one of Crossbell's most important figures out of the limelight, and none of them were any good.

Rean must have understood that given the tired sigh he let out, “Both of you, just focus on our mission for now. We beat the first cryptid thanks to Sharon's help, but if we encounter another one we'll need to handle it on our own. If we aren't careful, it could kill us.”

It was an obvious deflection, but an effective one. Both Kurt and Juna straightened their postures at the reminder, “Yeah, we can worry about that later. Let's get this done quick, so we can have some free time afterwards!”

That was all well and good, but Fie couldn't help but see the unfairness in this discussion, “How come you made them talk about their strange behavior while refusing to answer about your own?”

The Ashen Chevalier opened his mouth, probably to warn her off, but before he could... “My guess is it had something to do with the two girls who were onscreen.” Altina answered with a sage nod, “Princess Alfin and that dark-haired girl who was with her. After all, that dark-haired girl is the person Instructor Rean cherishes the most...”

Wait... what!? This sounded like some juicy little tidbit. Both Juna and Kurt seemed just as excited, “Do tell more.” Fie practically purred out.

“Well, she's my little sister.”

Aww. What a disappointment. Here she was thinking she would get some dirt on her teacher, but there was no way something funny would be going on with his- “Through adoption.” Never mind. Altina all but confirmed there was something juicy there. Fie had been around Zemuria enough to know that adopted siblings lived a very different life from blood ones.

“Is it that shocking?” Rean asked at their looks, “Anyway, my sister's friends with Her Highness, so naturally, I'm acquainted with her as well. It's been a while, so I was glad to see them again.”

“I remember you being more than 'acquainted' with her...” Altina was absolutely on fire right now, “During the civil war, you rescued her from the Pantagruel and held her tenderly in your arms.”

“Held her?!” So her teacher and the princess?! For some reason she wasn't surprised. It seemed like every woman that knew the guy had the hots for him, for some ungodly reason. Why not add a princess to the list?

And yet somehow Altina still wasn't finished, “Oh, and by the way, Instructor Rean wronged me twice. To be specific, he watched me sleep, and he made me-”

“Altina, stop! Don't say it like that! They'll get the wrong idea!”

Fie was almost sure that her classmate was blowing things out of proportion to make their instructor look bad, and given the panicked look on his face it was clearly working. So what was she to do in a situation like that? “No wonder Laura and Alisa and all the rest don't seem to be having much success with him. Never would have thought our teacher was the creepy type.”

Pour more fuel on the fire, of course!

“I know, right?” A seemingly horrified Juna added, “I think we need to start locking our room at night from now on. Don't know what kind of creep might slip into our room at night. Don't worry, Allie, we'll protect you.”

“Thank you.”

“It's not like that!” Their now frantic teacher protested hotly, “I-It was an accident!”

“So you admit to it, then?” Kurt pointed out quickly, causing Rean to slump over in defeat. A part of Fie felt like taking pity on him, but considering he had just admitted that there was some truth to all of that...

How does someone 'accidentally' sneak into a girl's bedroom and 'accidentally' watch her sleep?

Maybe the guy really was a creep?

Fortunately for Rean the traffic jam finally cleared itself up and the police officer waved them onward. Even as the bike began to speed up Fie heard her teacher chuckle quietly to himself and it didn't take long to figure out why – Even though he had been the butt of all their jokes it had served as a good distraction. Both Kurt and Juna were all smiles on their bike, previous worries completely forgotten.

After that 'incident', the rest of the trip through the city went smoothly. The group of five were quiet, but that didn't stop Fie nor Juna from occasionally letting out a laugh as they recalled the prior conversation, which would inevitably cause their teacher to cringe painfully. Overall it was a pretty fun bike ride, even if they had to go at glacial speeds while maneuvering down Crossbell's narrow roads.

Happily they were able to really crank it once they exited the city's east gate onto a very long and very straight bridge. East Crossbell Highway was like most other highways she had come across during her travels – long, dull, and filled with so many monsters that it was a miracle that civilians could even use the road.

Of course they weren't civilians so none of the monsters that thought to get in their way lived long enough to regret that mistake.

Even though Fie had traveled this road a few times as part of Zephyr she had little recollection of it, so she was completely clueless as to where they were going. Thankfully it seemed like Rean did as he led them without hesitation. The only thing she knew for sure was that they probably didn't need to go all the way to the massive fortress under construction on the horizon.

Something which seemed to bother Juna immensely. Practically speaking it was obvious why Erebonia would want another Garrelia Fortress on their new border with Calvard, but that didn't stop the Crossbellian from staring at the eyesore like it was the most hideous thing ever. Luckily Rean's reminder that they were about to be fighting a cryptid was enough to cause the pink-haired girl to tear her gaze away from the eyesore and focus herself on the mission, but Fie could only wonder just how much more the girl could take before something bad happened.

Eventually the chevalier turned his bike away from the main road and onto a little dirt path. The mission briefing had told them that if there was a cryptid in the area that it would be near a small fishing shack by a lake. The same lake and shack which she found right in front of them.

What was surprising, however, was that the shack was currently occupied. If there really was a cryptid in the area one would think that would be an effective deterrent. What kind of lunatic would stick around in a ramshackle place like this?

The answer, apparently, was an angler. And not just any angler, but one of Rean's old schoolmates from Thors. They were literally everywhere. At this point Fie wasn't sure if she should find it funny or kinda scary.

At the very least the fisherman – who introduced himself as Kenneth Lakelord – seemed like a pretty chill dude. One glance at the members of Class VII and he could somehow tell that they were all novice fisherman, prompting the guy with the same name as her fishing rod to offer them some of his bait if they wanted to fish in the lake once the mission was complete. Something which caused Rean to light up in excitement.

Kenneth wasn't alone, either. With him was an older guy who introduced himself as Lughman, some kind of fancy professor from a civilian school who was sent to investigate the area. According to him there was some kind of change in the environment that may or may not be related to the cryptid sightings they were investigating...?

Fie might have been taking her studies a little more seriously, but this was so far out of her level of expertise that she pretty much tuned out the conversation.

Eventually they were given the key to a gate that would lead them to the clearing which was their destination. With that Rean bid the duo farewell before leading them out of the shack. Now that Fie knew about the gate their destination was obvious.

After unlocking the gate the group of five proceeded on foot, albeit very carefully. She didn't think something as big and intimidating as a cryptid could possibly sneak up on them and launch an ambush, but it was an instinctive reaction when headed into a battle. Warily the group entered a large clearing and looked around...

There was nothing there.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was no cryptid, but it didn't take long for the group to discover some of that weird red Pleroma Grass that was supposedly responsible for the monsters. If that was there then...

Fie expected to see a cryptid pop out of thin air to make life miserable for them. That didn't happen. Instead what they got was... “Heehee... I guess it simply wasn't enough.”

“A-A boy's voice...?” Thank you for the stating the obvious, Juna.

Still, even if the voice belonged to a young boy and the words didn't seem malicious at all, the fact he was somehow eluding her senses while in this location led the former jaeger to believe with high confidence that this wasn't a friendly encounter. Fie had no idea what was coming, but with her gunblades in hand she would be ready for it.

Rean too seemed wary even as he tried to be diplomatic with the unknown voice, “We're from Thors Military Academy's branch campus. Class VII: Special Operations. Who are you?”

“Oh, my, how polite. A pleasure to meet you.” The voice responded in a mocking tone, “I could introduce myself, but this isn't nearly enough of an audience for my grand entrance.” Fie was growing more and more frustrated as she tried and failed to track the voice. It sounded like it was coming from multiple directions at once. How was that possible...?

“But while you're here...” The voice continued in a casual tone, “maybe you could put on a little show for me. Class VII and the Ashen Chevalier! Show me the power that defeated Bleublanc!”

Fie had no idea who Bleublanc was, but the challenge was obvious regardless. What was less obvious, however, was how the voice intended on challenging them. Something which they got an answer for when the ground near the Pleroma Grass began to glow.

Eyes widened in realization. Did this person have the power to....?

Yep. There it was. The cryptid they had been looking for. They had been told to expect a plant-type cryptid during the brief, and what appeared before them certainly was that. Unfortunately, however, that was where the similarities ended. What they were expecting to fight was supposedly a lot smaller than the monster before them. This one looked more dangerous, too.

Rean must have understood that as he raised his hand like he did back at Hamel, “Heed my call... Valima-”

The voice let out an excited laugh, “I do want to see that trick, but let's save it for the finale, shall we?”

Instead of Rean's cool giant robot the only thing she and the others saw was, “A spiritual barrier!”

“Quite so!” Voice agreed with Altina's assessment of the bubble that now surrounded the clearing, “This particular barrier blocks thought waves from going in or out. I admit, it's not particularly strong. But it's enough to stop you from calling your Ashen Knight.”

They were facing a cryptid more dangerous than the one they had fought before, but now they had no Sharon or Valimar. Huh. Maybe Juna was right. Cryptids sucked. And they were totally screwed.

“Fine, then. I guess I can't hold back now.” Rean held a hand to his heart, “Haaaaa....”

Fie's eyes widened in realization. With everything that happened she had almost completely forgotten about Rean's super secret power up move. Was he about to finally unleash it now?!

“Spirit Unification!” The answer to her mental question was yes he was. As dangerous as it was to take her eyes away from the dangerous monster before them, she couldn't help but take in her teacher's new appearance. With his hair like that he really lived up to the Ashen Chevalier title, and those crimson eyes were something else entirely...

Yup. Nothing like a jaeger's war cry.

“Hahaha, nice! Very impressive! Now show me this ogre power of yours!” Voice seemed happy at the very least. That kinda pissed Fie off. Since punching in his smug face wasn't an option – at least not yet – she refocused her attention on the cryptid and prepared to engage-

“Arcane Gale!” The former jaeger blinked. She was supposed to be the speedster of Class VII, so how come enhanced Rean was already there? That brief transformation in Sutherland had shown her that he got faster, but this was just unfair! Blinking away the shock she hurriedly embraced her unfortunate role as the second fastest member of the group and launched her own attack.

In the end, it proved entirely unnecessary. While she didn't understand what Spirit Unification was it didn't change the fact it made her teacher absurdly strong. Strong enough that he was basically toying with the once dangerous fiend. Her pride still demanded that she contributed to the fight, and she did with a barrage of bullets and the slicing of a few tentacles that were a little close for comfort, but at the end of the day the cryptid was prey, Rean was the predator, and the rest of Class VII were just along for the ride.

In just a few minutes the battle was over. Plant cryptid met Rean's eerie black flames and the flames prevailed. With a final howl of anguish the cryptid vanished into light, leaving just the four students and one enhanced teacher inside the still remaining barrier.

She couldn't help but think back to her earlier debate – No Magic Knight would have died that quickly. Her opinion was definitely right and Juna was an idiot.

Whatever celebration they might have had was put on hold when Rean's power flared to the point where she felt the hairs on her skin standing, and the swordsman fell to a knee with a hand over his heart. That didn't seem good at all, “He is losing control!” Altina warned. Definitely not good.

“'Ashen Chevalier'? More like 'Ash-haired Chevali-Ogre'!” Voice taunted, reinforcing Fie's need to punch whoever it was in his face, “Show me a little more! Let's see how far you can go until you break! If I give the proper directions, I think I can guide another one here.” Fie had met plenty of deranged people in her time, but Voice was right up there with the worst of them. Had he really set this entire scenario up just to make Rean lose control over his powers? “All right. Let's see what shows up this time-”

“Stop right there!”

“Do it, Emma! Give it everything you have!”

Despite the relief the little jaeger felt that reinforcements had arrived she couldn't help but let out a tired sigh. They were getting rescued. Again.

At least this rescue was a little more interesting than the others as the barrier that was encased in a bunch of vines, “Aurum Hedera!” The strange words of who she presumed to be Emma were enough to shatter the trap.

Neither the barrier nor the unique incantation used to free them had been like any arts Fie had ever witnessed. It was definitely weird.

Speaking of weird, she could only watch with wide-eyes as the other voice appeared before them and began casting... something to help their teacher. That wouldn't have been surprising, save for one little detail that really caused Fie to feel excitement.

It was a cat. A talking cat. Whatever frustration she felt at being rescued fell to the wayside. This might actually be the greatest day ever.

Reluctantly Fie tore her gaze away from the coolest thing ever to look at their other savior. As she gazed at the beautiful girl she quickly began to put the pieces together.

Appeared at the exact moment to save them from a bad spot? Check.

Has some fancy skills that allowed her to get them out of said bad spot? Check.

Beautiful woman gazing at her teacher with clear affection? Definitely check.

Fie let out a groan. Just great. Another member of the Original Class VII was here.

Chapter Text

Fie had thought those moments when she was completely and utterly lost were behind her. Being a jaeger meant she had a pretty firm grasp on the reality of life and her guarded nature made it hard to catch her off guard. Learning to roll with the punches was one of the first things Boss had taught her, after all.

Unfortunately for her none of that training left her prepared for the crazy information that Emma dropped on them once they returned to the boathouse.

She was a witch. She used magic which was very much unlike arts. Celine was her talking cat familiar. Her sister was one of the head honchos of Ouroboros.

Emma had been in Crossbell investigating said sister while also looking into disturbances in the spirit veins beneath their feet. Such disturbances may or may not be responsible for the Magic Knights and cryptids they had been fighting all over the place.

“Are you guys keeping up with this?” Juna asked as the members of Class VII sans Altina watched the two members of the original class plus Altina chat back and forth about a whole lot of things.

“Not one bit...” Kurt agreed, “But I think it's important we try to grasp the situation as much as possible.”

His thought process was remarkably different from Fie's, “...Do you think she used magic to make her boobs so big?” Rean must have overheard her as he began to choke on air. She ignored him to focus on her two classmates that were now staring at her, “What?”

“That's so stup-” Juna paused in her retort as she glanced across the table towards the witch in question who was blissfully conversing with their teacher. Her gaze lowered ever so slightly. The girl shook her head in amazement, “...Do you think we could ask her?”

“Why would you even bring that up?” Kurt asked tiredly.

“Dunno. Thought it might be interesting.” Came Fie's cool reply, “Dunno what you're complaining about. You're a guy. You like boobs, right?” The Vander opened his mouth to retort, but Fie was ahead of him, “...You certainly seemed to like Juna's boobs on our first day.”

“Urk!” Whether the dying sound from Kurt was because of her words or because the reminder caused Juna to fixate him with a deadly glare Fie would never know. It didn't really matter either way. Chaos had been created. Mission accomplished.

Except to her surprise after finishing Kurt off with her deadly glare Juna returned her focus back before shooting Fie a smug grin, “Why are you so focused on Emma's breasts? Is someone jealous?”

Yes! “No.”

“Are you sure? I know I can't compare with her, but I'm pretty happy with what I'm carrying. Doubt you can say the same about yourself, can you?”

It was only thanks to her background and many years of keeping her cool that she didn't go full Sylphid murder rampage on her classmate. If Juna thought she could get under her skin that easily than she was sadly mistaken! “As if. Why would I want boobs like that? I've seen how much you struggle with climbing ladders. One of these days you're gonna get stuck in a vent and I'll be the first one to laugh at you.”

“Aidios, kill me. Please.” Kurt's pathetic whine went unheard as the two girls mock glared at each other.

“No can do, Kurt.” Oh look. It seemed that Rean was done with his conversation, “Still, you've all done an excellent job today. All our tasks are complete, so let's head back to camp for the evening.”

But before they could begin their trek back to rest and relaxation they were treated to the humorous sight of Kenneth returning with an absolute whopper of a fish, something which he offered to Celine. The magical cat tried to act all cool and aloof, but it wasn't long before she was happily munching on the fish that was larger than her. And yet somehow she managed to consume the entire thing in a matter of minutes.

Was that also some kind of weird magic?

With Emma and her gluttonous cat being offered a ride back to Crossbell with them Fie didn't need Altina to let her know the jaeger was riding with Juna again. All she could do was hope that by the next field study the branch campus will have acquired a few more bikes because this was getting annoying.

Even though she couldn't see Juna's face as she climbed up behind her she could sense the smirk, “I guess you're right. Lugging you around would be a lot harder if you weren't so flat.”

Annoying indeed. She would need to make sure that Juna Crawford did not survive the night.

The trip back to Crossbell was entirely uneventful save for one incident near the city where they witnessed a pair of trains lugging around a bunch of absolutely gargantuan cannons. Fie had heard of Erebonia's famed railway cannons, naturally, but that was her first time seeing one in person. Massive unwieldy weapons that could completely demolish anything they set their sights on. Fitting for a country like this one.

While the weapons themselves didn't bother her nearly as much as her companions – especially the one she was sharing a seat with – the implications of them being moved to the border with Calvard were painfully clear. Tensions between the two countries were slowly but surely ramping towards another war and this time she was likely going to be caught in the middle of it. Joy.

After that, however, the rest of the trip went smoothly. They dropped Emma and Celine off at an inn on East Street before making their trip back to camp. Sadly for Fie, her dreams of an early nap were dashed as Towa called to tell them that the entire branch campus was being asked to provide additional security detail for a special dinner being held for the inspection team that evening at Orchis Tower.

Protecting a bunch of VIPs wasn't her idea of a fun time, but at least the mission came with the promise of lots of free food. And what were the odds that a threat was gonna show itself to them so high up in Orchis Tower-

Fie winced. Her brain was trying to jinx it, wasn't it? It hadn't even been two years since terrorists landed an airship on the roof of the tower during that fancy trade conference!

After returning to the camp they were forced to clean up – something which sucked majorly cause the other classes had stolen all the hot water – and change before joining the other students in forming one big procession back to Crossbell. Why the others weren't complaining about the constant back and forth traveling they were doing she'd never know, but Fie was pretty certain she could traverse the entire northern half of Ursula Road while blindfolded at this point.

Retracing their steps from the beginning of the day the massive group soon found themselves back at Orchis Tower, where waiting staff were quick to usher them inside. Again they found themselves herded onto the elevators in small groups. This time, Fie noted, they were riding nearly up to the top, beyond those mysterious unknown floors.

It had only been a single day and her curiosity about the place was actually getting kinda insane.

With Instructor Michael going full military instructor mode on them she and her schoolmates soon found themselves standing in formation in a large waiting room. The purpose for that wait soon became clear when a nearby door opened and in strode the governor general. Alongside him, however, were all the VIPs they had seen on the screen earlier. Governor Regnitz, Chairman Reinford, Prince Olivert, Princess Alfin, and Rean's sister.

After sitting through a brief speech where the important people introduced themselves they were soon debriefed on their mission: Help set up the party before providing security during the event. Just as mundane and tedious as she had expected.

Luckily for her, however, was the fact that her teacher was a famous person in his own right. A few minutes after the brief he showed up and announced that all of Class VII – plus Tita – were to be excused from their duties in order to join him in meeting with the important people.

Fie had little interest in hanging out with royalty, but it certainly beat doing mindless grunt work with the others. She all but basked in the jealous looks she was getting from the other classes.

The first room they were brought to was that of the parents of Machias and Alisa. With them was Sharon. There she was forced to listen to the two drone on and on about taxes and something called an Eight Metropolis Plan. Important stuff, she was sure, but politics and taxes held absolutely no interest to the child soldier.

She was a little more interested, however, when the discussion shifted towards the railway guns they had seen earlier. Unlike the earlier models the new Dragunov class railway cannon which they saw earlier possessed surprising mobility for something that destructive. As a warrior she understood the purpose of powerful deterrents like that, but what would happen if the person being threatened wasn't deterred by the threat of mass destruction?

Once that meeting finished they were ushered down the hall a ways. Unlike the previous meeting Fie couldn't deny some interest in meeting the princess and prince. While Cedric had been a total loser she had heard a lot of fun things about Olivert, both from her classmates and public rumors. Anyone nicknamed the Debaucherous Prince had to be a little fun, right?

Happily for her, the rumors weren't a lie. What kind of moron whips out a lute at a first meeting and offers to play a tune for the fun of it?

The best kind of moron, naturally.

That the prince was so close to Tita didn't surprise Fie given she had heard the stories from her friend about the time they spent in Liberl. And given how close he was to Tita, Rean, and Kurt she felt confident in deciding that she liked the infamous prince, especially since according to her friend he was a pretty skilled fighter in his own rights.

With the prince was the princess, of course. Although she at least put forth a token effort in presenting herself as royalty, given the mirthful expression on her face Fie had a suspicion she was closer to the elder prince than the younger. It would have been fun to chat with her in a less professional setting.

Also it seemed like Altina hadn't been exaggerating the stories she told them earlier the day that much at all. It was pretty obvious to Fie that Princess Alfin really liked the time spent as the damsel in distress in Rean's arm.

And lastly, but perhaps the most interesting to Fie despite the lesser status, was Elise Schwarzer, Rean's younger sister. She definitely fit the bill of a young noblewoman with her mild demeanor and polite words, but it was impossible to miss the pride and happiness on her face whenever she looked at her brother. The girl damn near worshiped her elder sibling.

And as it so happened she was probably the one who knew the most about him, “Got any funny stories of Rean when he was a kid? The stuff so embarrassing he wouldn't be able to show his face in class for a while?”

“Hey!”

“Oooh! Yeah!” Juna nodded excitedly, “C'mon. A guy like that has to have had all kinds of dumb mishaps!”

“...I too would be interested in hearing about Instructor Rean as a child.” Altina intoned with the tiniest hint of interest on her face.

The flustered teacher tried his best to get his students under control, but his efforts were for nothing as Princess Alfin clapped her hands together, “Oh, my! That sounds like a wonderful idea! I've already heard plenty of juicy gossip about your teacher, naturally, but Elise has always kept the good bits close to her chest.”

“I find myself in agreement.” Olivert added eagerly, “I have little doubt that young Rean must have been a most precocious child. Ah... How I would love to hear those stories.”

The four students, two royals, and one sibling all shared amusement as the topic of conversation buried his head in his hands and groaned miserably. Sadly, before they could pry any such stories from Elise they were interrupted by a bodyguard informing the assembly that it was almost time for dinner to begin. What a letdown.

Fie's mood shifted when she noticed Princess Alfin wink in her direction before mouthing the word 'later', all but confirming her suspicions that the princess was just as much a being of chaos as she was, albeit only when the public spotlight wasn't on her.

“Ah, yes. One final thing-” The princess spoke just as they were about to leave, “Regarding that girl with the mint-colored hair...”

What a weird question. There was nobody like that in Class VII. In fact the only person in the building at the moment that fit that description as far as Fie was aware of...

“Are you talking about Musse Egret.”

Yeah. That one. Thanks, Rean.

“Musse?” Elise asked as she shared a look with the royal.

“Yep. A manipulative pain in my-” Fie found herself unable to finish as her teacher rudely shut her up with a hand over her mouth. Did he really think that speaking frankly to these royals would be an issue? It definitely couldn't have been protectiveness over that other student as she knew for a fact he had been a victim of Musse's actions in the past.

Again Elise and Alfin shared a look, this time with amusement on their faces as they worked to suppress giggles. Obviously the duo – and an interested looking Prince Olivert – knew something about the girl, but none of them seemed willing to talk as the princess waved off the question before allowing the group to leave.

Great. Even when Musse wasn't around the girl still managed to be a headache.

With reluctance she and the rest of Class VII left the cool royals and began making their way back towards the elevator, but they were ambushed at the end of the hall by the opening of a door. From it came the governor general himself.

In Fie's eyes that was way too convenient to be a coincidence. Had the guy really been standing on the other side of the door for a while waiting for them to pass? It was a funny thought, if nothing else.

As little as she wanted to be near the dangerous man, she couldn't help but be curious when he requested Rean meet with him privately. Unsurprisingly the teacher accepted and told her and her classmates to go on ahead without him before following Rufus into the office. She was sorely tempted to listen in, but given how good the teacher was at detecting her decided against it. Too risky.

She was gladdened to discover that the others had finished all the work while they had been in meetings. Instead she and the others were given the critical mission of munching down on some ridiculously expensive looking food while remaining on standby for the party taking place on a different floor. Even as she lived up to her namesake as Sylphid by darting off towards the delicious spread of food faster than anyone else she was aware enough to notice a troubled-looking Rean reappear before moving to stand alongside the other teachers.

Instead of worrying about that, however, she found herself chatting away happily with Sandy and Freddie while she and her club comrades sampled all the different offerings. Being friends with a skilled cook like Sandy was really handy when it came to identifying all these dishes that Fie had never seen before, and even Freddie proved to be helpful as the strange guy was able to identify a lot of the natural ingredients just by tasting the food once. Even though her own knowledge of the subject paled in comparison to her peers she was at least able to remain a part of the conversation by chatting about some of the dishes they had seen in the City, including the time spent in Juna's kitchen making sweets for the bakery.

“Aww. I really wish we could get some of this Armorican Honey for ourselves.” Sandy lamented as the three of them munched on an absurdly sweet dessert, “Just think of the things we could do with it!”

“I wouldn't mind getting my hands on the bees that created something this tasty.” Freddie agreed with a slurp of his tongue, “I bet those suckers would be really-”

“No more bees!” Fie countered immediately. She did it once and she vowed to never do it again. When her club mate looked to her in confusion she opened her mouth to give her reasoning, but paused. What kind of explanation would work for a guy like Freddie?

Lacking answers she turned a pleading look towards Sandy. The girl let out a giggle before placing a finger to her mouth thoughtfully, “Well, I heard that Armorica Village's fields suffered a lot of damage during the independence crisis. I'm not sure they have the bees to spare at the moment...”

“Ah! That's right!” The unkempt boy's eyes widened in realization, “I heard about that too! Good on you for reminding me, Fie. Don't worry, I'm a patient hunter. I know when it's time to let the prey roam free to repopulate.”

Silently Fie exhaled her breath. Whew. That was one crisis averted-

“...I wonder what cryptid meat tastes like?”

Hurriedly she turned to her friend in an effort to make it seem like she just didn't hear the guy, “I'll see if I can buy a jar of honey during our missions tomorrow. Plenty of vendors were selling it in the city.”

“Fie!” Further conversation was put on pause as the rest of Class VII approached, Juna at the head, “It's almost time for the party to end. We're looking for Instructor Rean. Have you seen him?”

She blinked at the question before turning to where he had been. Sure enough he wasn't there anymore, “He seemed pretty troubled after his meeting with the governor general. Guess he must've stepped out. I'll help you find him.”

Waving goodbye to her club mates she and her friends exited the room. What ensued was a long and difficult search across the vastness of Orchis Tower... that lasted for all of three seconds as their teacher was standing not far from the room.

What was interesting, however, was the company he had with him, “...Ash and Musse?”

“We just met up by chance.” The teacher informed them, a little too quickly. Given the way Musse was pouting by his side and how interested Ash seemed at something Fie definitely didn't buy it. Still, she held her silence as Juna repeated to him what she told her about the party, causing the teacher to nod in agreement before turning to the two outsiders, “Right. You two should get back to your classes-”

Rean paused before grimacing. It reminded Fie of the times he nearly succumbed to his strange power. That alone was enough to put her on edge. Something was wrong. She didn't know what it was, but deep down she knew it to be fact.

The muffled sound of an explosion above them confirmed those thoughts in the worst way possible.

As one the group hurriedly ran back to the waiting room as it was connected to the tower's security network. Unsurprisingly Towa was already hard at work accessing the terminal while everyone crowded around her. Fie couldn't help but lament her short stature as it was a pain finding a spot where she could see the feed as it was pulled up.

On the roof was a burning airship – the likely cause of the explosion – and two very relaxed looking individuals. One appeared to be little more than a kid, but one that she found to be quite unsettling. The other one, however, was enough to cause all her instincts to be extremely wary of.

Even from a video feed she had a strong suspicion that the fire-themed guy might be the most dangerous person she has ever seen in her life. And given the life she's lived, that was saying something.

“Number I – The Almighty Conflagration.” Rean muttered loud enough for all of them to hear. Figures. Of course it had to be Ouroboros. But what could two individuals – no matter how powerful – do against a building filled with a bunch of really strong people?

Rean seemed to think so too as he backed away from the terminal and placed a hand on his tachi, “Towa, Randy! Check on the students and the inspection team! Major Michael, can you get in touch with the security forces?!”

“Got it!”

“The elevator's out of commission! Use the emergency stairs!”

“Understood!” Fie barely had time to blink before her teacher was away. Was he seriously going to intercept the two enforcers by his lonesome? Sure she could freely admit that he was a lot more impressive than she had first given him credit for, especially with that weird but uncontrollable power of his, but the former jaeger didn't like the situation one bit.

She glanced towards Juna. The Crossbellian nodded, a look of determination on her face. Kurt didn't say anything, but his hands were hovering near his blades, already prepared for the battle to come. As for Altina...

Altina was already running towards the door.

Hurriedly she and the other two followed suit, quickly catching up with the smallest member of the class. Fie was sure they would be getting an earful for this later, but right now she didn't care. Let the others play guard for all the VIPs. She was always one to favor a more aggressive defense.

They were only a few seconds behind Rean, and even if the teacher was faster than everyone in the group except her she was confident they would catch up sooner rather than later. That belief lasted until they reached the stairwell and were suddenly assaulted by a group of small archaisms.

...How the hell had they managed to slip past Class VII's teacher to attack them? Either way, it probably meant they wouldn't be catching up anytime soon.

Still, these ones looked a lot less dangerous than the archaisms they fought in Sutherland. Fie drew her gunblades and darted forward...

...But was forced to roll out of the way when a bladed chain flew past where she had been standing before wrapping around and shredding the unsuspecting machine. Luckily for her none of the other robots could take advantage of her surprised dodge as a barrage of bullets quickly drove them away from her.

Neither of those attacks came from her classmates. In fact, even without turning around she knew exactly who had just tried to skewer her, “You could have hit me, you ass.”

“Eh.” Ash Carbide shrugged his shoulders as he retracted his weapon, “Figured you'd dodge it if you were half as good as you liked to act, Jaeger. Not letting you have all the fun this time.”

Writing the punk off as a lost cause she and the others turned to the far less abrasive newcomer, “Ash I get...” Juna said, “...but why are you here, Musse?!”

“Teehee. I just thought it might be fun to come help you out.” The mint-haired girl didn't seem at all fazed by the group of archaisms that had recovered from the surprise attack and were now wheeling towards them again as she aimed her orbal rifle with a deliberate elegance that had no place on the battlefield.

Even if the assistance was unexpected – and rather unwelcome given who the guests were – Fie couldn't deny it was helpful. With numbers no longer against them she was free to observe the newcomers even as she worked to carve up the archaism she had picked out for herself. And all things considered she was pleasantly surprised.

Ash was about what she had expected given his weapon and personality – A heavy bruiser. Still, the Class VIII student acted with a subtle skill guiding his seemingly reckless strikes. The openings created during his wide swings weren't nearly as vulnerable as they first appeared thanks to his skilled footwork and control of his chain. He lacked the controlled ferocity of career jaegers like Randy, nor did he possess the graceful skill of Laura, but she couldn't deny that he wasn't bad. For a punk.

But it was Musse that really surprised the agile jaeger. Obviously Fie knew the girl was insanely smart based on their prior interactions, but she wasn't expecting that intelligence to carry onto the battlefield like it was. When Kurt released a wave of energy with his swords towards an archaism the mint-haired girl was already releasing an arts attack right where the machine was evading into. When another machine prepared to fire a rocket towards an already engaged Altina it was forced to abort violently as a pair of hastily aimed shots nailed the volatile missiles before they could leave the launcher.

Between the new additions, the usual skill exhibited by Kurt and Altina, and Juna who seemed to be fighting with extra determination to protect her home, the battle was over in a matter of seconds, with no damage to report on their side. But they couldn't celebrate their victory for long as the sounds of combat and the mechanical sounds associated with archaisms sounded from up the stairs.

That was where the battle was, which meant that that was where Class VII and helpers were headed.

Between the six of them they made quick work of all the archaisms that tried to intercept them as they ascended the tower. Along the way they passed other machines that had already been smashed. Most seem to have been dismantled by large slash attacks presumably from Rean's tachi, but there were others that seem to have been destroyed by smaller blades.

Was someone else with their teacher?

The answer presented itself as soon as they reached the top of the tower and exited onto the roof. Had it been any other time Fie might have taken the time to admire Crossbell City at night from that height, but as it was her eyes were fixed on only one thing: Rean and Sharon were squaring off against the two Ouroboros Enforcers.

Rean however didn't seem to appreciate their arrival, “Stay back! These two are genuine monsters!”

Honestly? Fie would have loved to do just that. She was no coward, but the feeling she was getting from the two Enforcers – the fiery one especially – was no joke. She wasn't sure if all of Class VII could beat one of them.

...So there was no way they could let Rean fight both with only Sharon as support.

But before the teacher could argue that unspoken point the green-haired kid rendered the discussion pointless by teleporting away from their teacher before appearing in front of them. At least it wasn't the one known as McBurn, but given how casual the Enforcer was looking Fie couldn't help but be worried. It was as if he didn't see the six of them as a threat at all.

“Class VII, Musse, Ash! Begin two-pronged offensive!” Rean yelled out even as he began his own battle, “Here are your orders: Survive! No matter what it takes!!!”

If she wasn't already feeling wary about the situation then that would have made her nervous. Not exactly a lot of positivity with that speech.

Oh well. Even if they were outmatched Fie had no intention of going down without a fight, and that was something she was confident she shared with her friends. Best to approach the unknown the way she approached everything else: With all the speed that earned her the title of Sylphid.

And yet even as her initial strike closed in the boy didn't seem fazed nor did he attempt to dodge. Instead his smirk grew even wider as her gunblades drew closer and closer. But just as Fie thought she was about to strike the Enforcer down there was a puff of smoke and her attack failed.

It failed because she no longer had her gunblades.

In fact she didn't have arms either.

...Nor did she have the rest of her body. Fie could only stare with eyes unable to blink as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing.

Why was she a giant pepper!?

For the first time in what felt like ages the former jaeger lost her composure in a fight and let out a horrified shriek. Or at least she tried. It seemed that as a pepper she no longer had a mouth.

“Haha! That's a great look for you, Sylphid!” The enforcer taunted before being forced away by Ash's switchaxe. Fie would have been impressed at her comrades ability to keep fighting after whatever was done to her were she not so busy freaking out.

Or at least most of them were fighting. The sentient pepper found herself dragged away from the battle by Musse, “Relax.” The mint-hair girl soothed, “I'm pretty sure this is merely an illusion. You need to calm down and remember who you really are.”

R-Right. For once Musse was being serious and her advice sounded pretty damn good. Even if her current form couldn't breathe she still managed to calm herself by taking the mental equivalent of a deep breath.

She wasn't Fie the Pepper. She was Fie the badass former jaeger turned student. She wasn't green, she was silver. She wasn't a giant fruit, she was a lithe girl with a body built for speed – and not at all jealous of the bustier girls around her! She was...

She was back to normal.

“R-Right. Thanks, Musse. That's not something I want to experience again. C'mon. We need to get back there and-”

“Wait a second.” Her mischievous comrade called out, “Look at that.”

That being the ongoing battle. At first Fie wasn't sure what she was referring to, but understanding dawned on her as she witnessed Juna's attempts at hitting the annoying green-haired guy nearly end in disaster as with a flash of light Altina found herself standing where he had previously been. It was only thanks to Claiomh Solais' automatic defenses that the little girl didn't get completely destroyed by friendly fire.

“He's toying with us.” Fie pointed out with narrowed eyes as frustration bubbled up inside her. First Shirley made a mockery of her, and now this guy was toying with all six of them!

“He is,” Musse confirmed grimly, “but I think there's a pattern to his switches. I think I should be able to predict where he goes next.” The girl raised the rifle in her hands before shaking her head, “Sadly, I'm not as quick a shot as you are. Think you can handle that?”

So Musse wanted her to trust her to the point where she was to shoot at one of her comrades without hesitation in hopes of hitting their enemy right after he reappeared. Oddly enough? “Yeah. I got it.” ...She did. The combat link she formed with the Class IX student only reinforced that surprising trust.

Fie began prepping an overcharged shot even as the two girls watched their friends move to reengage the cackling enforcer, dodging balls of energy in the process. The one positive of him toying with them was that he was launching attacks on a whim and not actually trying to defeat them in detail. This left him open to be surrounded with Kurt sprinting in, blades at the ready-

Musse didn't speak, but her instructions came through the link as clear as day. Without hesitation the silver-haired girl trained her guns and fired...

Straight into Ash's back.

Or at least it would have had their enemy not swapped just as Fie released her shots, “Yowch!” The enforcer staggered back as the bullets impacted him, “That actually kinda hurt. I'm curious, how did you know where I would be?”

Despite the situation she couldn't help but let out a shrug, “Lucky guess. Either I hit you or I hit Ash. Both are wins.”

“Hey!”

Sorry Ash, but there was no way she was gonna let the guy know that somehow Musse was able to figure out his patterns. That was their only ace in the hole at the moment.

Or at least it would have been had the enforcer wanted to continue the fight, “How fascinating! Say, would you like to join Ouroboros' elite enhanced jaeger corp? I'll happily make you a regimental commander.”

“Yeah. No thanks. Not interested in joining any weird organizations with Shirley in it.” Plus the idea of joining any jaeger corps not named Zephyr didn't sit well with her, even if being a regimental commander was a pretty big promotion.

“A pity. I guess I'll have to keep settling with my current toy. How dull.” The hell did he mean by that? “Ah. It seems the battle is ending.”

At first she was confused as to what he meant, but the answer became obvious once she looked towards the other fight. Sharon was on her knees with a really nasty looking burn while Rean looked like he was struggling to remain upright. Their opponent looked to be completely fine.

...So Fie wasn't surprised at all after everything that had happened the past two months when unexpected reinforcements suddenly arrived. Although seeing Machias, Alisa, and Emma appear by some sort of teleportation magic was a nice twist to the usual script at least.

Privately the student wasn't sure if the three of them alone would be able to turn the tides, but at least they bought them some space with their surprise counterattack. Plus Emma was able to use her magic to put out the burning airship, which had apparently been an illusion the entire time.

But before her worries could be put to the test even more reinforcements arrived, this time in the form of Randy, Prince Olivert, Governor General Rufus, Instructor Michael, and even Towa. That was enough competent bodies for Fie to relax... slightly.

That brief relaxation lasted about as long as it took for the two Ouroboros agents to summon their final ace in the sleeve – an aion just like the one they fought in Sutherland. Except instead of a massive hulking machine this one was light and fast and seemed to fly as it obliterated the hapless airship with ease.

Fortunately it didn't seem as if their enemy was willing to stick around for another fight, as the enforcer they had just fought – who had revealed himself as Enforcer number zero, Campanella the Fool – waved cheerily, “We wouldn't dream of getting in the way of your inspection or your field exercises. So ta-ta for now-”

“Shut the hell up!”

Fie's eyes widened in surprise. Not because someone had finally heard enough to tell the annoying enforcer off, but because that someone was standing next to her, “Juna...?”

“I've sat here and listened to your nonsense long enough!” The girl yelled furiously, “This is our country... and you think you can come in here and do whatever you want! And now to top it all off... you bring that thing back with you! I can't... I'll never forgive you!” For a second Fie worried that her friend was about to charge into hopeless combat on her own, and given how both Randy and Rean reacted they probably had the same worry.

“Well, well... Aren't you a spirited one? I take it you're a local. But really... what are you going to do about it? Just going to take all that righteous rage and charge in alone?” It didn't help that Campanella was trying to goad her into doing just that.

“If that's what it takes, then yes!” Thankfully, despite her words Juna made no inclination to attack, “But I'm not the only one who calls Crossbell home! The Special Support Section will fight, too! There's no way the SSS will let the likes of you run free!”

The Ouroboros clown let out a mocking laugh, “The Special Support Section, hm? Well, they certainly would be quite the opponents, but... I believe they're a bit tied up at the moment courtesy of His Excellency, the governor general.”

All eyes turned towards the man in question, but the only answer he provided was a dark chuckle. It was the Class IX instructor that put the pieces together first, “Wait... Mishelam is blockaded, so does that mean...?

From all accounts Mishelam was in a pretty isolated place with the lake on one side and many selge of wetlands on the other. If they had somehow managed to get all of the SSS and everyone affiliated with them to that location it would be nearly impossible for them to escape undetected.

“Don't misunderstand.” Rufus replied with a smile at seeing understand dawn on their faces, “It isn't as though we have them chained up or anything of the sort. We've simply turned Mishelam into a 'birdcage' to keep Bannings, the Zero Child, the Divine Blade of Wind, and Yin out of our business. Military police affiliated with the SSS were also given orders that took them to Mishelam. Isn't that right, Major Michael?”

“Yes,” Came their head instructor, “including Speaker MacDowell and his granddaughter.”

“Wh-Why...” The fire that had previously fueled Juna was gone, leaving nothing but hurt confusion on her face, “Why would you...?”

Again Campanella laughed. Oh how Fie wanted to get strong enough just so she could punch out his stupid teeth the next time he did that, “Don't you get it!? It's so they can't go and save the day! The Special Support Section, the heroes of the past, are now nothing more than a nuisance to the Empire!”

“But they can't charge them with anything and lock them up, because that would anger all the dear little citizens! So they're just going to stop them from helping. Making them slowly fade from people's minds... until they're completely forgotten!”

It sucked being a bystander as this entire drama played out. Juna looked completely devastated. She didn't even respond when the two enforcers and giant aion finally made their departure.

“Well, the immediate threat has passed, but...” Rufus spoke as if he was talking about a particularly bothersome passing rain shower, “I suppose it's time for our hero to get to work.”

So that was it. The Erebonian Government had gone out of their way to sideline Crossbell's heroes so that it would be up to Erebonia's reluctant hero to resolve this crisis in their place. And Rean would do it given how much worse the alternative would be.

It was official: There weren't many people that Fie genuinely hated, but Rufus Albarea was quickly adding his name to that list, right next to the likes of Shirley Orlando and Campanella the Fool.

“Why?” All eyes were drawn to the owner of that weak voice, “Why... Why are you all trying to take away our pride? And now our light... Our one last hope...”

The pink haired girl approached Rean with a desperate look in her eyes, “You occupied us, dragged us into your war with Calvard... Brought those horrible cannons into our country...”

To his credit Rean didn't say anything or try and defend himself as the girl glared up at him. He understood that nothing mattered to the distraught girl in that moment. He wasn't to blame, but he was one of the biggest symbol's of the Empire's occupation, and the only one available to the broken girl at the moment.

“Give it back! Give us our Crossbell back! The free city where anyone could dream! Give it baaaaack!”

Fie wanted to do something to help her friend. She truly did. But there was one major issue that kept her mouth and her feet rooted in place...

...How was she supposed to help the now-sobbing Juna cope with the loss of her home when she had absolutely no concept of a home to begin with?

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The next morning was so peaceful that Fie was almost ready to believe the previous night's insanity had just been a bad dream. But it only took a single glance towards her friend and classmate to dispel any such notion.

In short Juna looked like shit.

Actually, that might be an insult to shit. Juna looked far worse. It was clear the girl hadn't managed to sleep a wink, yet she lacked the energy or enthusiasm needed to get herself out of bed alongside the rest of them. She just continued to stare blankly at something only she could see.

A silent conversation with Altina confirmed to Fie that her other classmate was on the same page as her – Neither of them wanted to leave Juna alone, but at the same time neither of them had any idea what to do. Instead they decided to go out, get some breakfast, and figure out what was going on with everyone else.

Hopefully someone more useful would have an idea of how they could help the Crossbellian.

Sadly they were unable to get an answer to that most critical question, as neither Kurt nor any of Juna's club mates had a solution. It was frustrating, but it wasn't as if Fie could blame any of them for their uselessness given how in over her head she herself was.

There was one person she knew who might have a solution, but the sad look he shot them once they tracked him down told an entirely expected story – Rean wasn't sticking around. Once again he was being forced into the role of the Ashen Chevalier, just as Rufus had predicted the night before. He along with Alisa, Emma, and Machias were already preparing to depart when the second Class VII managed to corner them.

Unlike the previous month he was more than willing to allow them to tag-along on his mission, but his unsubtle reminder that they would be leaving Juna behind was both wholly unnecessary and kinda insulting. Still, at least they had permission to catch up if – when – they found a way to help their despondent classmate.

And he didn't leave them entirely without ammo, either. Once again the instructor proved why he was their teacher as he was quick to pull a heartfelt speech out of thin air like he did, with Altina using her ARCUS II to record it for Juna. If nothing else Fie couldn't deny the guy had a way of understanding people and finding the words to help them out.

He had done it for Kurt. He had done it for herself.

With that the teacher and his comrades left the camp, taking the bikes with them. Despite everything it still stung a bit to be left behind, but if they wanted to catch up in time then they needed to accomplish their own mission. Just how hard could it be for a former jaeger, an intelligence agent, and Kurt Vander to cheer up their friend?

Still, before they went and presented the message the three of them found themselves sitting at a table brainstorming ideas, “So, what? Do we just go in there, play Instructor Rean's message, and hope for the best?”

“Do you have a better idea?” Altina asked the Vander.

“She's right. Aren't you the one with the most normal childhood? Shouldn't something like this be easy for you?”

“...Father nearly threw me off a cliff once while training.”

His words caused Fie to give a casual shrug, “Still the most normal one here.”

“I am starting to realize just how useless we all are.”

Fie wanted to protest his point. She really did, “Yup.” ...But she was no liar.

“Instructor Rean's message will work.” Altina stated with calm confidence, although her next words revealed that to be a facade, “...I hope.”

...In hindsight it was a really good thing Rean left that message for them. They would've been completely screwed otherwise. They probably were still screwed, but at least now they had a chance.

“Well, nothing to do but try it.” Despite her own reluctance Fie knew this to be the only viable course of action. Just sitting around and talking was obviously getting them nowhere. Best to march in there, say whatever came to mind, play the message, and hope for the best.

She was never one for big elaborate plans. Just wing it and hope for the best.

“Oh! Are you guys going to talk to Juna?” ...But before they could execute they were interrupted by a familiar outsider, “Send her out here once she's feeling better. I'm preparing a hearty meal special for her since I know she skipped breakfast.”

Fie shook her head ruefully, “Maybe you should be the one to take care of this, Sandy. You're clearly better at this than we are.”

Her friend let out a giggle, “Don't sell yourself short. Have faith in her and in yourselves. Just make your feelings known and I'm sure you'll get through to her!”

It was the most basic of advice, but for some reason Fie found herself feeling a little more confident, “Thanks. I owe you one.”

“In that case I'll let you help me plant the seeds Instructor Rean left me once we're back at Leeves.” Her club mate responded with a teasing grin.

...Once again the lithe warrior found herself wondering just when in the world had Rean managed to find some seeds while they were working yesterday.

With that welcome distraction out of the way the three classmates made their way back to the girl's room where Juna still was. Since Kurt was with them Altina took the time to knock, but after getting a bleary response from the sole remaining occupant they opened the door and stepped in. Unsurprisingly it seemed the Crossbellian hadn't moved at all since they originally left, but she did look away with a shamed expression on her face, “...Did Instructor Rean leave us behind again?” She asked in a quiet voice, entirely unbecoming of the cheerful girl.

“He left on his mission with the Old Class VII, yes, but he gave us permission to go with him if we wanted.” Kurt replied evenly.

“Why? Why didn't you go with Instructor Rean? Didn't you want to go?”

“Sure we did, but we weren't gonna leave you behind.”

Fie's words caused Juna to seemingly slip further into her despair, “Why bother? I can't do anything on my own. I'm... useless.”

The former jaeger couldn't help but give a derisive snort, “I think that's something we're all starting to figure out. Sutherland showed me just how weak I am on my own, and I'm sure Kurt feels the same way.” Said Vander nodded his head in support, “I wasn't expecting much when I was forced to go to a military school, but somehow being in Class VII has ended with us being pit against some crazy situations that are beyond any of us.”

“But...”

“Fie's right. There's no way I would have been able to make it through last month on my own. Without you guys I probably would have continued being weak. You all have shown me that strength comes in many different forms, and that I didn't need to continue being weak if I didn't want to. With that in mind, how could I do anything but remain behind with you when I know you would have done the same for me?”

“But I-” Juna paused before taking a shuddering breath, “This isn't just some random enemy that we can beat. What can I do against this entire mess? How can I possibly protect my home like this?!”

There was silence at her question as none of them had the answer she sought. Their silence caused Juna to slump down miserably and it was clear she was about to sink further into despair.

Not wanting that to happen Fie opened her mouth to speak without thinking, “I envy you, you know?” Three pairs of surprised eyes met hers and even she found herself blinking at her words. Still, now that she had started it was best to keep rolling with it, “I've never had a home. I have no memories of my time before Zephyr, and the corps never stayed in one place for long. Sometimes we would turn a random building into our base for a while, and other days we just slept out in the wilderness. But none of those were ever home.”

“Hearing the way you talk about Crossbell and seeing how you act... I'm kinda jealous. When we were touring the city yesterday I couldn't help but see it like every other city I've been in, but it was different for you. The pride you showed while giving us the tour. The excitement at seeing familiar faces. Even the despair you're feeling right now... I don't think it's something I could ever understand.”

“I feel the same way.” Altina muttered quietly, “Like her I never had a hometown, nor was I born from biological parents. I suspect I was created so as to experience as little emotion as possible.”

Wow. Sure Fie kinda thought the younger girl was very robotic in attitude, but to hear her confirm she was an artificial being was surprising. Still, she was starting to think that neither she nor Altina herself were completely right in their assessment about the girl. Altina had emotion, even if she didn't quite realize it herself.

“But hearing you last night...” The girl continued, interrupting Fie's inner thoughts, “I experienced a strange feeling in my chest. Then, Instructor Rean asked if I was okay leaving you here alone and.,.. That is the reason I am still here.”

“Fie... Allie...” It seemed their words had an effect, but that moment faded quickly as Juna let out a sound of frustration, “I know what I should do... Regardless of what's going on, I just need to grit my teeth and keep moving. I know that, but... I'm selfish.”

Well that was an unexpected thing to hear. Correctly Fie surmised the other girl was trying to collect her thoughts and so she remained silent. After a few long minutes Juna looked up at them with frustrated tears in her eyes, “A year and a half ago, the Empire took over Crossbell without any bloodshed. Of course, Calvard wasn't about to let that stand...”

“Their military strength is about even with Erebonia's. Calvard's Armored Aviation Divisions are full of highly mobile tanks and gunships. They invaded Crossbell to try and drive out the Imperial Army. The Army held them off with their Panzer Soldats, but...”

This much Fie already knew. As little as she cared about the news it was impossible to miss due to how Erebonian media hyped up Calvard's invasion as justification for their actions, conveniently ignoring that they had struck first. The people seemed to eat it right up which was why support for the annexation has remained high to this day.

“During the first few battles, there were a number of gunships that broke through the front lines...” Juna continued, “Because the occupation was so sudden, most of the citizens were in a panic... Most people fled the city, hoping they'd be away from the fighting in rural towns or remote villages. We had the same idea and tried to at least get Ken and Nana to safety in Armorica Village... I had just gotten back from the police academy and got an acquaintance to help drive us to the village...”

“That's when it happened. On the way there, we encountered a Calvardian gunship. It was hit from Imperial fire and I'm sure the pilot started to panic. It started firing at us, even though we were clearly not a military transport. Our driver tried to maneuver around it, but the vehicle took a hit and we were all thrown out of it.”

“It was... frustrating. I felt so powerless... All my training at the police academy didn't help one bit. I threw myself on top of Ken and Nana, swearing I'd make sure at least they survived... And then...”

Juna glanced away from them, clearly ashamed. That action allowed Fie – and probably her friends too – to figure out the conclusion of this story before she opened her mouth, “A grey shadow swooped down on us. It looked like a giant statue of a knight had come to life. With one swing of its sword, it cut off the gunship's rotor, letting it land a ways away... And just like that, we were saved. I heard the voice of a young man coming from inside the giant knight. I found out later... That was the first official mission of the man now known as the Ashen Chevalier.”

“Huh...” Fie was the first to break the silence, “So Rean saved you, but since he's also one of the symbols of the occupation. No wonder you've been such a mess since school started.”

“Dunno if I'd say I've been a mess...” The Crossbellian protested feebly.

“I understand now.” Came the soft voice of Altina, “Juna... You just want Instructor Rean to acknowledge you... I think I'm the same. When I accompanied him on his missions, I was tasked with monitoring and supporting him. But he treated me like a child, kept risking himself to protect me, and took on all the burdens himself. I felt so useless.”

The Vander nodded his agreement, “We're no different, I think. I know I still have far to go, but I feel like what happened in Sutherland helped me grow, at least a little Juna, I believe this is your opportunity to grow.”

“Instructor Rean left you a message. I'll play it now.”

It only took a few seconds of pressing buttons before Altina completed her mission and Rean's voice filled the room, “Juna, the members of the Special Support Section are, without a doubt, heroes. I can't help but think each one of them are truly great people. Him included. But are you okay with simply looking up to them forever? Right now, they're trapped. Unable to protect their home.

“So who's going to be the one to protect Crossbell in their absence?”

Short, but effective. If Fie ever wanted to learn how to make a cheesy speech she would definitely turn to her teacher for advice, “Seriously... He's always so...” Juna trailed off angrily, “I know that already...! Does he really think I need to hear any of that crap from him!?”

Despite her words it was clear that Juna had regained some of her signature fire. Fie doubted her friend was truly alright – and probably wouldn't be until Crossbell was fixed – but she was also confident that the growing light in Juna's eyes ensured she wouldn't need to worry about her classmate anymore.

Class VII was fully assembled and it was time for them to kick Ouroboros out of Crossbell.

“Heehee. From the sound of it, we're ready to go now. We already have the location, so...”

“C'mon. We wasted enough time here. Let's get going already.”

While her classmates seemed surprised at the door opening to grant entry to their eavesdroppers, Fie could only sigh tiredly. Naturally she had heard that Musse, Ash, and Juna's club mates had been listening in, and the news that the first two were going with them wasn't all that surprising after the last few instances. For some reason they seemed far too enthused by Class VII's suicidal actions.

Still didn't mean it wasn't gonna be a headache, though.

“We're not going anywhere until Juna's ready.” She proclaimed, causing the interlopers to look at her with disappointment, “She stinks. She needs to get dressed. And she needs to go eat the breakfast Sandy made for her-”

“...I don't think I smell that badly?”

“Ash, why don't you go and pick a fight with a bear or something. Seems like something you'd do for fun. Musse, you and Kurt should play Vantage Masters while we wait. He's the best player in class.”

“Seriously? A bear? What kind of freak do you take me for?”

“Huh? I don't think I'm that good-”

Fie ignored Ash's complaint and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder even as Musse began to giggle, “I believe in you. Defend Class VII's honor and all that.”

Juna's laugh was a comforting sound. Fie had a feeling her friend would have enjoyed watching Kurt get demolished as much as Fie herself would.

“So do we got a plan or are we just gonna charge in there and bust some Ouroboros' skulls?” Ash asked as he followed the rest of Class VII and Egret out of Juna's room, having left the girl so she could stop making a fool of herself and get dressed.

“Normally I'd be all for that, but there's no way I wanna fight that McBurn guy without a plan. Not in the mood to be turned into a bonfire today.”

Despite his bravado Ash couldn't help but shiver a little at Jaeger's reminder. There was something about that flame dude that sat wrong with him. Few things in life spooked the Raquel native, but McBurn was one of them. Still... “You're just afraid you'll get turned into a vegetable again, aren't you?”

“Actually, peppers are considered to be fruit.”

Both he and Jaeger glanced at the Little Bunny in blank confusion, “Well, whatever. Fruit, vegetable, it don't matter. What matters is I bet the mean scary jaeger was freaking out when she found herself transformed.”

“...I really wish Musse had been wrong when I shot at you, but I guess it's a mistake I can fix at anytime.”

“That's enough, you two.” Kurt interrupted, much to Ash's annoyance, “We're supposed to be on the same side, remember?”

“Can it, Pretty Boy. You gotta live a little while the instructors are gone, you know? Instead you're sounding more and more like Schwarzer by the day.”

Surprisingly Fie nodded her head, “Yup. He's become a mini-Rean since Sutherland. It's kinda annoying.”

“...I take it back. It is much less aggravating when you two are fighting and not agreeing with each other.”

“Teehee.” Ash rolled his eyes at Egret's stupidly fake laugh, “As entertaining as this has been, I do think we have a mission to accomplish, yes? Luckily for you all, I just so happen to have a solution in mind that may work out.”

Of course she did. There was something so off about Egret that he couldn't believe someone that phony was allowed at the school to begin with. At least the others seemed to be looking at the mint-haired girl with suspicion, proving they weren't all complete idiots. “Well? Out with it.”

“That would be spoiling the surprise, now wouldn't it?” Oh how he wanted to smack the smug off that girl, even if punching a girl when not in an actual fight wasn't his idea of a good time. Based on the growl from Jaeger it sounded like she would do it for him. Or at least that was the case until Musse continued, “I do believe we need to secure the assistance of Instructor Towa and Tita for my plan to work.”

“Tita...?” Fie blinked, surprise on her face, “Well, alright. I have no idea what you're planning, but I'm willing to try it out, I guess.”

Much to Ash's relief, Egret's command didn't send them around in circles, as both the engineer and the tiny teacher were both in the rear car with Schwarzer's machine. Six pairs of expectant eyes turned towards Musse as she was the one with the plan, causing the girl to giggle aloud before finally elaborating, “I do not suppose you've finished preparing that special shipment from Reinford, have you?”

“H-How did you know...?” A confused Herschel asked.

Tita too seemed just as shocked, but that girl recovered a little quicker, “H-Huh? I mean... Yes? It's ready, but we've only managed to equip one Drakkhen so far.”

“How wonderful! That should be plenty of support for our dear Instructor.”

“Alright. I'm sick of not knowing what's going on.” Jaeger spoke up for all their sake, “What's this special shipment and how's it gonna help us help Rean?”

The special shipment, as Tita showed them, was an actual jet pack for the soldats. One that could be activated remotely, allowing it to almost instantly arrive at any location designated by a beacon that they were shown how to use, and the little bunny was given custody of.

Having that much firepower available to them at the press of a button? Hot damn!

“Which weapons should I prepare for it?” Towa asked.

A shame the only soldat they had set up was a Drakkhen and not the Hector. After Sutherland he wasn't gonna pilot on of those weak-ass machines again, especially against the psychopaths that made up Ouroboros. But he had a feeling these morons wouldn't have picked him to pilot it anyways.

“I believe there is only one acceptable answer to this.” Pretty Boy confirmed Ash's thoughts with his words.

“Yep. This one belongs to Juna.” Fie confirmed, before frowning heavily, “Calling dibs for the next crisis.”

“Hell no!” He protested immediately, “You guys get to have all the fun! Next month will be my turn!”

Jaeger narrowed her eyes, “You aren't even a member of Class VII. Plus, didn't you already have your chance last month? I recall someone getting floored in one hit, leaving Kurt to save the day.”

“Didn't count! None of you would have been prepared for that freaky aion showing up outta nowhere! Also, seriously? Class VII shouldn't get to be the only one fighting these assholes!”

“That's how it's always been, and that's how it's gonna keep being.” She replied with a level voice, pissing him off further.

Egret let out one of her obnoxious giggles, “Maybe you'll both end up working together next time?”

“Hell no!”

“Nope.”

“Can we just get a move on?” The only other guy in the group muttered with a shake of his head, “We still need to collect Juna before we can do anything.”

The girl in question was back in the grub car, happily devouring bowl after bowl of porridge like it was going out of style. As her classmates approached Juna Ash stood back with raised eyebrows, “Damn, girl! Just 'cause I call you a Wild Filly doesn't mean you gotta eat like one. You even gonna be able to move with all that weight you're putting on?”

...Her only retort was to chuck an empty bowl at him.

Fie couldn't quite keep her amusement to herself as she watched Ash nurse the bump on his head, earning a scowl from the tall punk. Served him right. As much as she agreed with assessment that Juna was doing a hell of a job at eating all the food Sandy prepared, she at least had enough tact to keep her mouth silent.

...With Ash in their group that now made two people she considered to be even tactless than herself, with Juna coming close to that line, too. Either she was becoming a more tactful person or her class was just filled with idiots. Both thoughts were remarkably unsettling to the former jaeger.

“Are you listening, Fie?”

“Yup. Don't mind me.”

Towa shot her a dubious look, but recomposed herself and continued with the impromptu briefing she and Randy was giving them before they could leave, “...As I was saying, Rean and his classmates left for Stargazer's Tower not that long ago. I assume you know the way, Juna?”

“Yeah. I've never been there myself, but it's pretty hard to miss.” The native confirmed before turning her head towards the sitting students, “We just need to go south down the road for a bit until we reach a side path. That'll take us right to the tower.”

“Glad it's not too far.” Fie muttered in annoyance, “Why couldn't Rean leave us the bikes?”

“No shit.” Getting agreement from Ash was never fun, but she wasn't surprised that he was just as big a fan of the bikes as she and Juna were. Too bad for him she had already called dibs on one of those vehicles.

“Eh. You kids need the exercise.” Randy waved them off, earning multiple pairs of annoyed looks in the process, “Stargazer's Tower is a dangerous place, but if you get there quick enough you should be able to climb it without too much difficulty. Rean's crew will probably have taken care of most of the monsters by then.”

The smaller of the two teachers stepped forward, “I don't think I need to tell you guys this, but you're mission is only to back up Rean and the others. Don't try and fight those enforcers directly!”

“Damn straight. Me and the SSS fought Campanella before. Selfie here ain't the only one in this room who's been turned into a pepper. And from what Rean's said that McBurn guy might be even worse.” Randy let out a thoughtful hum, “If Rean's classmates are as good as he is they should be able to keep those Ouroboros guys occupied for a little while, at least. Try and take advantage of that.”

In other words he wanted them to use a sneak attack. That suited Fie just perfectly, “Got it. We'll find our opening and drop the machine right onto their heads.”

“Just make sure to be careful.” Towa pleaded with a worried expression. One that briefly faded as she seemed to remember something, “Oh! And one last thing. Prince Olivert is assisting Rean's group at the moment, so don't be surprised when you find him there.”

Erebonia's oldest prince was helping in the battle against Ouroboros? That was a surprise-

Fie blinked. That was a lie. If even half the stories she had heard about the Debaucherous Prince were true than it would have been a bigger surprise had he not forced his way onto Rean's party. By all accounts that guy just didn't know how to sit still, something which she could respect.

With that the group of six were dismissed. There was nothing left to stop them from going to the tower. They had a plan. They had a machine. They had permission.

And most importantly, they had Juna. The pink-haired girl came to a stop just after they exited camp, forcing them all to stop as well, “Hey, um... I just wanted to say...” The girl looked at her feet nervously for a moment before recomposing herself, “...I just wanted to say thank you. I know I haven't been the most reliable teammate these last couple days, but you've all stuck by me despite that. And now you're helping save Crossbell... I've always thought the worst about Erebonians, but you guys are all cool. So yeah... thanks.”

“Of course. We're a team. It would feel wrong to do this without you.”

Following Kurt was Altina, “Your thanks is irrelevant as I am sure you would have done the same for any of us.” Despite the bland words there was the smallest of smiles on her face.

“Meh. I'm just here cause this is the best chance to kick some ass.”

“Isn't this riveting? A battle to determine the fate of two countries! How exciting!”

Juna fixed her gaze onto Fie, as if expecting the former jaeger to have a better response than the lame ones offered by Ash and Musse. The lithe jaeger shrugged her shoulders, “Pretty sure I'm not Erebonian. Plus, if you wanna thank us then do so after we've won the battle. Don't think we'll care too much about you or Crossbell if we end up as grilled peppers.”

With her piece said Fie began walking down the road towards Stargazer's Tower, quickly taking the lead on her comrades. There were two reasons for it. One was because they really should get a move on if they wanted to reach Rean in time.

But the second reason was because she didn't need the others to see her smile. Juna didn't need to thank her for fighting with her, because somehow these morons behind her had become so dear to her in such a short period of time. Risking her life for them felt... right.

Chapter Text

“The battle's already started.” Altina pointed out as they approached the tower.

“Really? And here I was thinking we were just watching a lame ass fireworks display. Who could have possibly imagined the fireballs being shot off the roof meant something else?”

Fie stepped between Ash and the glaring Altina, “Sarcasm is my thing. Let's just hurry up and get inside.”

If Altina wanted to claw Ash's eyes out later she would be glad to assist, but right now they needed to hurry into the tower. Fireballs meant that Rean and friends were at the very least fighting that McBurn guy, and likely Campanella was there too. She wasn't sure just how much good she and her classmates would be in a direct fight, but considering how badly the odds were stacked against their teacher any contribution would be helpful.

“Fie's right. I don't think Instructor Rean has summoned Valimar which means that Campanella guy must be blocking him again. We need to go!” With her piece said Juna broke out into a sprint as the Crossbellian worked to cross the remaining distance to their destination as quickly as possible.

The silver-haired girl rolled her eyes. She was just as anxious as Juna was, but it would be pointless if they wore themselves out before arriving at the battle. Against monsters like Ouroboros they needed every edge they could get.

Luckily it didn't matter much, as the pink-haired girl was standing stationary just inside the tower. One didn't need to be a genius to know why, “...You don't know the path, do you?”

“I-I do!” Juna protested immediately, “...We're going up!” The girl glowed crimson under the disappointed sounds her classmates and friends made, “It's not like any of you have ever been here either!”

Unlike her hopeless friend Fie wasn't nearly as lost, as she pointed her finger towards a nearby door, “We're going that way.”

“Right. There aren't many monsters that way. Instructor Rean and the others probably cleared out that area as they progressed.” Leave it to Kurt to understand her thought process.

“Oh my! I can only imagine the kind of dashing figure our gallant instructor cut as he carved his way through all these fiends.” Musse let out a giggle that was extremely out of place in this dark and gloomy tower, “I'm rather jealous I wasn't here to see it for myself.”

“I say we ignore Egret and kick some ass.” For once Fie found herself in agreement with Class VIII's hot-head.

Decision made the six of them took the path she had pointed out. Even though the area was mostly cleared of monsters it wasn't completely, which meant that Juna couldn't charge in recklessly anymore. Instead they took it slow as they progressed through each floor carefully, trying to avoid as many enemies as possible. Sadly, that only got them so far...

“This sucks!” Ash muttered as he just barely dodged a massive bullet from an enemy that was both a fiend and a miniature tank, “We're following Schwarzer's path and there are still so many enemies! What gives, Wild Filly?”

“Why are you blaming me!?”

“It would stand to reason that a place like this would fall under the care of the local Bracer Guild, but with the guild out of action these fiends would have had ample chance to fully populate the tower.” Altina intoned softly while directing her combat shell to take out Ash's nemesis.

Their conversation was interesting. It truly was. Fie would have loved to partake in it... “Can you idiots shut up and help kill this stupid spider!?” Instead she was forced to roll out of the way as a giant spider the size of an armored vehicle spat webs at her in an attempt at entangling the agile girl.

She didn't want to be a monster's lunch today!

“Aww, but watching you dance around the battlefield with such grace is awe inspiring. I can see why you're named Sylphid.” Oh if she weren't currently dodging for her life Fie would have shot Musse the dirtiest look imaginable, “In that case, allow me to provide assistance.”

One bullet. That was all the assistance the mint-haired girl provided. Of course much to Fie's annoyance that one bullet hit one of the spider's many eyes, causing the large enemy to rear back in pain and shock, leaving its vulnerable stomach completely exposed to the annoyed student. All it took was a single vengeful thrust before the girl found herself nearly trapped under the massive corpse. “...I hate you guys so much.”

“W-Well, regardless...” Kurt spoke, trying to act as the voice of reason despite his own uselessness, “I believe that was the last of them. And do you guys feel that?”

“Feel what?” Juna asked, before eyes widened in realization, “...Is it just me, or is it getting really warm up here?”

“We must be near the top.” Musse's playful attitude faded upon that realization.

Altina tilted her head thoughtfully, “Should we perform reconnaissance on the battlefield like last time?”

“Nuh uh. I can't imagine Instructor Rean has much time left if they've been fighting since we arrived here. I think we need to rush in and improvise when we get there.”

Fie was impressed. It felt like Juna had been taking command of the crew ever since getting out of her funk, and despite the Crossbellian being an idiot most of the time there was little of her decision making that the jaeger found herself complaining about.“Ja. Remember the mission. We just need to set the beacon and buy time for the soldat to arrive.”

Getting determined nods from her classmates – plus Ash and Musse – the group sprinted the final distance to the roof of the tower. Now free from the inside of the building they could hear no sounds of combat, but the conversation taking place above them let them know their instructor and friends were still up there. And that conversation would hopefully give them perfect cover to get up there and do... something.

The sight that greeted them was pretty crazy. Rean's team – with the prince – was on one side of the roof, while Campanella, a powered up McBurn, and the currently dormant aion was on the other. As expected, the entire battlefield was covered with a large barrier, preventing their teacher from summoning his Divine Knight.

None of them were looking in their direction, so that gave Class VII a few precious seconds to prepare, “What should we do, Fie?” Asked Juna, much to her surprise, “You're the expect on ambushes and dirty tactics, right?”

Wow. Was that really how her friends saw her? Even Ash and Musse were nodding along with Juna's assessment, albeit with teasing grins on their faces.

Well, fine. It wasn't as if they were wrong. This wouldn't be the best ambush she had ever concocted, but it didn't need to be. Their mission was simple. “Musse, you're in charge of the beacon. The rest of us just need to keep those two distracted and away from her. If you can get a hit, great, but we just need to keep them occupied until Juna's soldat arrives.”

“Understood.”

“Let's kick some ass!”

“Claiomh Solais. Arcadias Gear.”

“Let's go!” With Juna's cry their group – minus Altina who had taken to the skies – charged onto the battlefield.

Fie didn't take the lead this time. Since all her classmates were charging straight at the two enforcers she elected to hang back with Musse. With her gunblades and her speed she could respond to any situation while still keeping her sorta friend covered.

Surprisingly, she didn't need to do much. Kurt and Juna managed to drive the annoying Campanella away without getting turned into a vegetable or a fruit or whatever, while Ash actually landed a glancing blow with his switchaxe on McBurn after Altina dive-bombed him. Instead Fie shifted her focus towards her teacher, even while keeping Musse covered, “We're gonna take this barrier down, so get ready.”

Rean probably had no idea what they were planning, but he gave a decisive nod regardless, “Understood!”

Both enforcers recovered quickly from the surprise attack and were about to counter, but Fie grinned. It was too late. Already she could hear the roar of an engine.

Seeing both their seniors and their enemies look on in surprise as the panzer soldat slammed through the barrier was a sight to behold. That surprise wasn't enough to stop Rean from taking advantage of the opening to summon his Divine Knight before Campanella could rebuild the barrier, thankfully.

Naturally Campanella responded by activating his aion, and just like in Sutherland she found herself with a front row seat to an epic machine battle. Except this time she and everyone else were trapped on the roof of a small tower. Not exactly the best place to be a spectator for a big clash like this.

Instead all she and the rest could do was put as much distance between them and the three robots without plummeting off the edge. Rean definitely would do his best to keep the aion away from them, and Juna would probably try as well whenever she thought about them, but against an aion that fast they would be completely helpless if it went after them...

Once again their ARCUS units began to glow. Kurt wasted no time in forming a link with Juna. That just left Valimar as the sole combatant in need of a combat link. Given she had participated in the last fight she was willing to hang back and enjoy the silent but quick battle as her classmates and the original Class VII fought for the right to support Rean-

Fie blinked in surprise as she felt the telltale sensation of a combat link being formed with her, “I'm going to need your speed, Fie!”

She was not a poor winner. She did not gloat to the others. The victory sign she made with her fingers was because of something entirely unrelated, of course. The pleasure she felt at the envious looks Alisa and Altina were sending her was just a strange coincidence. Yup.

The aion didn't seem to want to celebrate her victory as it instead darted forward before taking a swipe with its wings. Juna's Drakkhen was too slow to respond, but the Crossbellian was saved thanks to Rean – with enhanced speed courtesy of Fie – who intercepted it with his blade. Unsurprisingly, the smaller aion lacked the strength of the one they faced in Sutherland and was easily repelled by the block.

Undeterred, the Ouroboros robot began launching orbs of energy towards the soldat and knight. The attack was fairly slow, but neither Rean nor Juna moved to evade. The reason became painfully obvious once Fie tracked the trajectory of the attack to understand that the only thing keeping the attack from the spectators was the wall of steel they were forming.

“Don't worry about us! Celine and I can handle it!” Even though Fie had seen the witch of Class VII break a barrier with her spell, seeing her form one was a bit of an eye-opener. She wasn't the only one, either, as both Altina and Celine also provided their own forms of protection. Their combined efforts left the entire group encased in an azure bubble that was capable of repelling the attacks after Rean and Juna finally evaded.

Huh. Celine might have been a crabby kitty at the best of times, but she could be pretty useful when she wanted. Altina too. Maybe she should reward them the next time they were all together? Celine liked fish and Altina pancakes... Were fish pancakes a thing?

The aspiring angler and chef was broken from her thoughts as Valimar charged forward with a swift counter. The tachi was mere rege from slicing into the aion before the machine escaped by taking flight and transforming into a more aerodynamic form. Sure Valimar could fly and the soldat had a jump pack, but fighting the enemy in its comfort zone would have been a terrible idea. Like trying to fist-fight a shark while underwater.

Fie breathed a sigh of relief as Juna seemed to realize this and promptly switched her gunblades to gunner mode. The rapid fire of her twin weapons made her into an extremely effective anti-aircraft weapon, and the aion was forced to circle around the tower evasively to keep ahead of her tracking. Still, at some point the student would have to stop firing, and surely the aion wouldn't miss that chance to strike...

She blinked at the unexpected sensation of her orbment drawing energy, as if she was about to cast an art. Something which made absolutely no sense as she was definitely not casting an art. The only possible explanation she could think of was...

Yep. Valimar was in the process of casting an arts attack, using her energy to do it. That seemed kinda unfair, but in the end it didn't really matter. She barely cast arts in combat as is, so letting Rean and Valimar borrow it wasn't the biggest deal.

Still kinda rude.

It was definitely her art as the attack that shot out of Valimar's hand looked like one of the time element, which was her favorite. The lithe jaeger did fist-pump a little as her attack – yes she was taking credit for it despite doing nothing – solidly impacted the airborne enemy. Although it didn't seem to do much damage, it was enough to force the aion into landing, albeit at a surprisingly sluggish speed. Had that attack caused it to slow down?

What Fie – nor apparently the aion itself – had expected to see was for the enemy to be tackled the instant it landed. It wasn't Rean who did it, either, but a rampaging Juna. For some reason her classmate had decided to slam into it at full speed, foregoing use of her weapons in order to slam the aion with her Drakkhen's body.

At first it seemed like the two machines would go over the edge, but the aion corrected itself quickly. Despite being pinned by the soldat the aion still had the blades on its wings, which it began to use to great effect as it began carving up Juna's mech. The silver-haired spectator watched with baited breath as a few of the slashes came dangerously close to her friend's head, but the pilot at least had the sense to protect her vitals, even if it came at great cost as one of her arms was completely sliced off the body with one particularly nasty swipe.

Juna's attack had been reckless and shortsighted, and she was paying the price for her brash action. That being said, Fie had a feeling that the Crossbellian had known this would happen even before she decided on the attack, but still went through with it regardless. It was a suicide move, pure and simple.

And she was rewarded for her actions by the flash of steel as Valimar finally arrived, tachi already in motion. Unlike the aion they fought in Sutherland all Rean needed was a single slash to put down the speedy aion, and Juna's play gave him the opportunity. Just like that it was all but over.

Juna's crippled soldat dragged itself away from the dying aion. The robot didn't seem to realize its status as it attempted to take flight once again, but the wings began to spark dangerously when it tried to use them. Without those wings its attempt at flying was doomed to failure and it instead face planted into the ground.

It did not rise again.

“Yay. We won again.” Her deadpan cheer set off a celebration among the members of Class VII, old and new. One that grew even louder when Juna's Drakkhen opened up, revealing that their friend was mostly fine – even if the shaken-up girl wobbled perilously as she left her machine. Everything had turned out alright in the end.

Although privately Fie reiterated to herself that she would be piloting the next soldat. There's no way she could do worse than Juna, especially against such a fast machine. That was pretty much her specialty!

“Well, I guess we were beat this time. I'm sure the professor won't like it, but it seems the experiment was over.”

“Eh, no big deal. It was expendable anyway.” Fie always strove to remain aloof during battle, so as to not allow the enemy an unneeded advantage. But the way the two Ouroboros enforcers so casually played off her friend's accomplishments kinda pissed her off a lot, “Anyways... Hey! Why don't you three come out of hiding already?”

Wait... what? Her irritation faded at McBurn's final words. There were three people spying on them? But Fie didn't sense around. And they were on top of the tower, so...

She partly got her answer when the first person appeared by one of those cheating teleportation techniques. Although the beautiful woman was unfamiliar to Fie, she was able to put the pieces together quickly based on Emma's shocked gasp. Altina's exposition was wholly unneeded as this was obviously the elder sister they had been warned about – Vita, the Azure Abyss.

Glancing towards her classmates revealed the same visible confusion that was probably on her face at the moment. On paper the ongoing conversation was probably important considering the woman before them was one of Ouroboros' anguis, their leaders. But what they were hearing was completely over their head. And plus, it sounded more like a conversation between lost sisters than anything important to the rest of them.

Instead the former jaeger glanced about warily. Didn't the McBurn guy say-

“Since I've shown myself, don't you think it's only polite to step out of the shadows, too?”

Yeah. That. Thanks, Vita.

“Hmph... Fair enough.”

To Fie the silver-haired man that appeared atop one of the nearby pillars was just like any other weirdo they had been coming across lately albeit this time with a mask. What really caught her attention, however, was the way the Old Class VII reacted.

Why did it look like they were seeing a ghost?

“It's nice to meet yo all. I am called Azure Siegfried. I've come here today in lieu of the Chief of the Gnomes.”

“What the hell...?” Yet another strange new group was making itself known. Gnomes? That sounded like something out of a stupid story, and yet Emma's explanation that they were the ones that originally created the Divine Knights alongside the witches made them seem like a pretty big deal.

So big a deal, in fact, that the Azure Siegfried guy completely dismissed them as a threat as he trained his two guns upon the Ouroboros agents. While Fie couldn't say she was looking forward to another battle, being blatantly ignored like that bugged her something fierce.

Fortunately - or perhaps unfortunately? - neither of the Ouroboros enforcers seemed all that inclined to continue the fight. Instead they all watched as McBurn turned towards the destroyed aion before focusing his powers upon it. Even from her distance Fie felt the oppressive heat of his actions long before the ruined machine caught into flames.

Watching the aion that had opposed Rean and Juna melt into molten slag so quickly was a terrifying sight. Not even the Boss could do something like that. Her earlier opinion that the Blazing Demon was a monster might have been wrong.

He was a monster among monsters.

That Rean and his friends had managed to hold their ground against a guy like that gave her a new appreciation for the Old Class VII. Sure Laura had impressed her earlier, but it seemed like every member of that group was quite capable. Even though she hadn't met them all of Class VII Fie had a feeling they could match up favorably against Zephyr's most elite squads.

Their eyes were forced away from the smoldering remains of the aion as Campanella let out a laugh, “That's right, I nearly forgot. Since I've got a big audience here, I can finally make my special announcement...”

“I am Enforcer Number Zero, Campanella, the Fool. As the Grandmaster's representative, I hereby declare our plan to reclaim the Phantasmal Blaze is now in motion.”

With that the two snakes teleported away – just how were they to beat Ouroboros when they could keep doing that!? - leaving the assembled group to chew on his words. While the so-called 'Phantasmal Blaze' meant little to Fie, one didn't need to have the same prior understanding that her senior group seemed to have to know that could only be something bad.

Two encounters with the secret society were enough for the former jaeger to implicitly understand that any plan they were involved in was a bad plan for the rest of them.

“Haha. I'm glad I was able to witness such a unique scene.” At first she thought the voice had come from Azure Siegfried, but it didn't quite match up with his earlier lines. That's when she realized the voice came from the strange looking orb hovering near the masked person that she hadn't noticed before, “There is no need for further observation. Fall back for now, Siegfried.”

“Understood.” Fie had expected the guy to teleport away like the others, but instead his means of escape was something a lot more shocking as a large machine appeared out of thin air, allowing the Gnome to board it.

It was a Divine Knight, just like the ones Rean and the Boss were using.

“Ashen Awakener... Class VII of Thors. Your performance earlier wasn't bad, but you're still a long way from being able to join in on our battle. You'd better brush up your skills before next time.”

“W-Wait..!” Rean's shocked cry achieved little as the Divine Knight flew off. Once again Fie couldn't help but notice just how confused and hurt the Old Class VII members were looking as they watched the machine vanish into the distance.

Things had definitely just gotten a lot weirder.

But on the plus side, didn't this mean they had somehow won yet again? Hurray?

Everyone was abuzz with excitement as the train began to slowly accelerate. Fie found herself envious of the other classes. They got to spend the past few days doing training exercises, relaxing in camp, and some even had the freedom to visit the city without an absolute mother hen of a teacher constantly looking over their shoulder!

All Fie and her classmates got was an emotional roller-coaster, some exhausting combat, and the mother of all headaches from all the random tidbits of information they gained from allies and enemy alike.

At least their efforts had borne fruit. Shortly before leaving Vita had informed the group that all the Pleroma Grass was gone, and with Ouroboros no longer having an interest in the occupied city-state things should return to a relative calm. Sure the place was still under the heavy thumb of Rufus Albarea and Giliath Osborne, but clearing out the immediate threat was enough for Juna, which made it enough for Fie.

The exhausted girl closed her eyes in her seat, content to do her best to ignore the inane chatter from her friends and classmates. She was a pro at ignoring others and sleep sounded a lot more appealing to the silver-haired girl. Surely that much would be allowed after everything they'd gone through... right?

The answer to that question was no, because almost as soon as she began to drift off there was an excited murmur from her immediate vicinity. She wanted to ignore it. She truly did. But the curiosity was too much for her to ignore, and so reluctantly the agitated girl opened her eyes and tried to figure out what had caught the attention of her friends.

...Maybe she was more of a cat than she cared to admit. That was the only possible explanation for her curiosity.

What she saw when she looked out the window of the train were three individuals staring down at them from the ground above. One was a child, but the other two seemed to be warriors. Between the little tidbits of information she had learned during the trip plus the loud whispering of those around her she was able to put names to the faces.

KeA Bannings, the Zero Child. Arios MacLaine, the Divine Blade of Wind. And Lloyd Bannings, the guy Juna thought was better than Rean.

Meh. Sure the guy was probably pretty strong if he beat a cryptid, but better than Rean? She just didn't see it. And plus the guy was making a fist towards the train like he expected someone to bump with it. What kind of moron would do something like that?

Scratch those previous thoughts. Rean was returning the gesture. Clearly the two 'heroes' were more alike than anyone cared to admit.

They were both morons.

With that moment passed Fie settled back into her seat. Sleep was probably off the menu for now, but that didn't stop her from thinking about the past few days. Crossbell City had been neat, she supposed. It was a shame they didn't get to explore the Entertainment District, but at least they got to see most of the other districts. And the food was-

Fie froze.

“Son of a...!”

“Huh? What's up, Fie?”

Annoyed yellow eyes met the concerned emerald of Juna, “With everything that happened we never got to stop at the noodle stand.”

“...That's what you're worried about?”

Juna's deadpan was wholly unappreciated right then, “This is serious! I was really looking forward to those noodles!” The deadpan stare remained, causing the silver-haired girl to try a different approach, “We'll have to visit again. Maybe once everything's back to normal and Crossbell's free. And then you can treat me to a bowl of those noodles.”

“Why do I have to-” Juna paused, eyes widening as she took in all of the words Fie had spoken. A beatific smile took hold of her face, “...Alright. You've got yourself a deal.”

Privately Fie wasn't sure if Crossbell would ever be free again. And it was even less likely that they would all survive long enough to see it. She had seen enough of the world to understand that it could be an ugly place.

And yet... what was the harm in having a little hope? As a class they had already made it through some tough situations unharmed, so whose to say their luck couldn't continue? And seeing how happy just speaking those words made her friend was incentive enough to want to keep trying towards that impossible goal.

With her piece said the former jaeger closed her eyes to enjoy the comfortable silence. Maybe now that the excitement had finally died down she could catch a little rest. Already she could feel sleep beckoning and it would only be a few more seconds before-

“You're wrong, by the way.”

Letting out a miserable groan Fie opened her eyes again. This time Juna's gaze held a mischievous glint to it. Clearly the pink-haired girl knew what she had been doing with her timing. “And what am I wrong about?” She groused tiredly.

“Yesterday when you were trying to cheer me up you said you've never had a home of your own. That's a lie.”

“...Huh?”

“You have a home. It's here. At Thors. With me and everyone else.”

Fie blinked as she processed those words. Twice. Thrice. What was she supposed to say to a comment like that!? “Wow. Rean's cheesiness is spreading.”

“Shut up! Not my fault he gets under your skin like that!”

“...You know I can still hear you two, right?”

Naturally they ignored his comment, “Like a bad rash, right?” Both girls laughed at the tired groan that ensued, “So, what? Are you trying to say that we're all one big happy family?”

“Y-Yeah... It's a little weird when you say it like that, but I guess so. I mean Altina's basically our little sister. Kurt's our annoying brother. And I guess that makes me the big sister.”

“Wait.” Fie furrowed her brows in consternation, “How the hell does that work? Last I checked I'm like a year older. Shouldn't I be the big sister?”

“Age is just a number. You're the one who's a total mess so it's up to me to cover for you.” Fie said nothing, but she felt her eyes did a good job at conveying her disbelief. Was Juna seriously saying that after the past few days!? The Crossbellian seemed to realize the mistake she made as she let out a sheepish laugh, “Haha... We can iron out the details later...?”

Fie would never admit it aloud, but Juna's words left her feeling a little warm and fuzzy. It was definitely cheesy as hell, but perhaps that wasn't the worst thing in the world.

Class VII wasn't Zephyr, nor would they ever be. That didn't change the fact that in the last two months they had gone through a lot of insane stuff as a group, and against all odds they've managed to make it through unscathed every time. By that metric they weren't all too different from the jaeger corp she used to rely on.

Maybe... Just maybe she could accept that. That this was her family now. A family that she would do everything in her power to protect.

But... what would happen the next time her new family met up with her old? What was she going to do then?

Chapter Text

“Look, all I'm saying is that you could be doing so much more if you wanted.”

“...How would you know what I could or could not be doing with Claiomh Solais?”

“Sure, sure. Big robot too complicated for simple minds like myself. But it has a stealth field. And while its stealth is lame and very inferior compared to my natural stealth skills...” Fie easily ignored the glare at her slight, “...I know stealth. And I know you aren't taking advantage of it like you could be.”

The four members of Class VII were sitting in their homeroom chatting peacefully while waiting for their teacher to arrive. It was the first day of classes after their return from Crossbell, and while Fie would much rather be sleeping in after the long trip there was something relaxing about just chilling in the classroom chatting with friends. Maybe her opinion of the matter would change once the actual classes started, but for now?

This was nice.

After a pause Altina gave a thoughtful hum, “Perhaps you are right? You do seem to get effective results with your sneak attacks... If Claiomh Solais was to utilize its Fragarach while under Ebon Shade then perhaps...?”

“That's the spirit!” The stealthy girl cheered happily at successfully converting her friend, “Shooting giant lasers is cool and all, but our class is already filled with a bunch of morons who either believe way too much in honor or are just way too loud when they are attacking our enemies. We need more subtle in this class.”

“Maybe you should heed your own lesson.” Juna growled out in annoyance, “You weren't very subtle with those words... And don't make it sound like I yell and scream like an animal when I'm attacking someone!”

“Fie isn't wrong. You certainly are a noisy one.” Hah! Unexpected support from Kurt was always welcome, “...But I still fail to see how fighting honorably is a bad thing. Wouldn't you rather treat your opponent with the same fairness you would want them to do to you?”

The silver-haired girl let out a rather unladylike snort, “Sure. That sounds good and all, but which or our enemies would that even work on? I doubt any of the cryptids, magic knights, and other random monsters can even comprehend something like that. Ouroboros maybe? I'm sure a group filled with the likes of Shirley and Campanella will totally play along.” Her voice was practically oozing sarcasm at the end and she was damn proud of it.

Kurt narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he struggled to come up with an answer. Eventually his face lit up victoriously, “What about Duvalie the Swift, and by extension the other Stahlritter?”

“Alright, I'll give you that one.” She conceded easily enough, having completely forgotten about the knight. “Still... Maybe they'd fight you honorably in return, but you'll lose for sure in an 'honorable fight'.” She added air quotes for good measure, “Duvalie's definitely faster than you. Might even be as quick as me...” She scrunched her face in thought, “Nah, not as fast as me. But close. Close enough to crush you.”

“Wow. That's so humble of you.” Juna deadpanned.

Fie shrugged easily enough, “Meh. Gotta defend my Sylphid title, you know? I refuse to believe that anyone can be faster than me. But I'm serious. If you wanna beat the Stahlritter you'll definitely need to fight dirty. Like... throw some dirt in their eyes or something.”

“I am not going to throw dirt into their eyes.”

His quick denial only served to amuse Fie further, “Words are cheap. We'll see what happens when you're disarmed and one of those crazy knights is charging at you.”

Kurt looked like he sorely wanted to get the last word in, but before he could the door opened and Rean walked in. The teacher had an unsettling smile on his face as he waited for Altina to handle her classroom responsibilities.

The reason for that smile was soon elaborated on as the teacher clapped his hands together, “Great news, everyone! Principal Aurelia has seen fit to reshuffle the classes and make ours a little bigger. You can come in now.” He finished while facing the still open door.

Fie stilled. A new addition? On paper that sounded like a great thing. Sure she didn't really know everyone at the campus just yet, but the vast majority were cool people. Tita or Sandy would be the best, naturally, but she would be more than happy with Maya or Freddie – especially when he wasn't acting like he was two minutes away from turning one of their classmates into dinner. Even people she had barely met like Kairi, Juna's clubmates, or that swimmer girl who recruited Altina all seemed like solid fits.

But the problem with all of that was that none of them had been the ones to follow Class VII on their insane escapades during their special operations missions. The Golden Rakshasa definitely seemed like the kind of woman who would want to put all the crazies together. So while there were a lot of possible candidates that she would have loved to have in her class, Fie was depressingly confident that she could narrow down who was about to walk through that door to two people.

The dreadful question remained - Was it going to be Ash or Musse?

“Yo. The name's Ash Carbide. Looking forward to showing all of you the proper way to kick some ass in the future!”

Fie groaned miserably. While she wasn't sure which of the two options she had been less enthused for, that they ended up with the louder one would definitely lead to headaches down the line. In fact she could already feel one coming on as the braggart strolled towards the group before taking the seat next to Kurt, all the while acting like a king who owned the room and not the newbie who had only been there for a handful of seconds.

Ah well. Even if Ash meant physical headaches at least he wasn't Musse. The former jaeger wasn't sure what she would have done had the mint-haired girl been the one to enter the room. The mental headaches she provided were a lot-

“Instructor Rean. Ash failed to close the door when he entered. Should I take care of it?”

“That's not a problem, Altina. In fact I told him to do just that...”

Wait, what!? Why would Rean do that unless...

No. No! No no no no no! The grin on Rean's face grew as horror filled Fie's. He never said they were just getting one new addition!

That meant...!

“Haha... The looks on your faces is priceless. Now I can see why Instructor Sara did it to my class. You can come in now.”

“Mou...! Instructor Rean, you're so mean making me wait in the hallway for so long. You'll have to make it up to me later.” Despite saying that the other half of Fie's grim prediction had nothing but a bright smile on her face as she entered before giving a proper curtsy to the class, “Musse Egret. I'm ever so delighted to make your acquaintance. I look forward to spending plenty of time with my new friends as a member of Class VII~”

“Nooooooo!” Of all Fie's classmates only Juna was nice enough to send her a pitying look as she slammed her head into the table in abject despair.

She was just starting to see this group as something like a family to her, and now this had to happen!? Both the loud one and the manipulative menace were to be her classmates for the rest of the year? Was this karma paying her back for years spent as a soldier for hire?

Nah. Nothing she had done with Zephyr warranted this kind of terrible karmic revenge.

Rean would pay. Sure he claimed that Principal Aurelia was the one responsible for this, but never in a million years would Fie be stupid enough to take her shot at that crazy woman. Much safer to just blame the smiling teacher for creating her own personal hell.

A personal hell which was growing closer and closer as for some ungodly reason Musse decided to take the seat right next to hers, “Oh my! You're looking rather pale, Fie. Is something the matter?”

The former jaeger shot her new classmate a baleful glare, but it accomplished nothing as the brilliant girl tittered like it was nothing, “It's... nothing.” She finally grit out, even as she kept her head planted firmly on the table.

“How wonderful! I was afraid you weren't feeling well. I am so looking forward to being your classmate for the next two years!”

Why did she have to sound so fake with everything she said? And why did Musse choose her of all people to constantly harass? Why not Kurt or Juna?

And most importantly - Why did she need to remind Fie that this was going to be her class for that long? Two years seemed like forever now!

“Alright, settle down class.” Bold words from the man who was responsible for this mess, “I know you're all as excited about these changes as I am-” Was the idiot mocking them or simply delusional!? “...But we still have classes today. In fact, given the changes your schedule for the next month will be slightly different from the previous ones-”

Fie proceeded to tune the guy out. Any respect she had for the annoying teacher was long gone. No amount of headpats or sappy words could possibly make up for this betrayal!

Musse Egret loved it when a plan came to fruition.

One didn't need to be a genius to identify that in a school filled with remarkable individuals the true standouts were in Class VII, although being one certainly helped. Despite being the smallest of the three classes with only five members including her beloved Instructor Rean, each and every one of them had the potential to be a powerful piece in the game to come.

Sure she could have simply gone to Principal Aurelia and been transferred into that class from the very first day, but such an action would have aroused suspicion. Far too many outside parties had a vested interest in the Ashen Chevalier for such a hasty move to be viable. Plus doing so sounded entirely too dull for someone with the level of ambition she held.

Instead she took the time to slowly involve herself in that group. Teasing their hunk of an instructor at every possible chance, spending as much time with the students in that class as she did her own dear friends in Class IX, and even providing assistance during their daring but questionable actions during the field studies.

And now here she was walking to outdoor combat practice alongside her new classmates as a member of Class VII, with nobody – not even their dear chancellor – the wiser for it. As far as the world was concerned she was simply just another student with a penchant for getting into unnecessary trouble, but with the skills to make it through safely. And as an added bonus she had even acquired a delectable wildcard in the form of Ash Carbide in the process.

“Why are you giggling? It's kinda creepy.”

“Oh? My apologies.” Whoops. The sweet taste of success caused her mask to slip a little. How silly, “I'm still just so happy that I get to be in Class VII now.”

Fie stared at her with an expression that conveyed a healthy amount of skepticism. Eventually she must have decided that it wasn't worth pressing the issue as the shorter girl turned away.

“Alright everyone, given everything that happened in Crossbell I've decided to up the ante on your training a bit.” Musse, Fie, and all the other students present focused their attention on Instructor Randy as he stood in front of the group, “Given that you guys encountered my old buddy Gareth and that archer Stahlritter in Sutherland I figure you guys could use a more practical lesson...”

Musse was quick to take note of the sniper rifle in the teacher's hands. Ah... So that was what the lesson was about.

The mint-haired girl took a discreet step towards Fie, leaving them closer together than they were to any other member of the class.

“...We're gonna be doing sniper survival training! And as luck would have it, I'm a pretty steady hand with one of these bad boys! Hard to make it in a jaeger corps without knowing how to use a sniper rifle, after all. It's not my Berserker, but I'm more than confident if any of you kids sit on your asses I can and will make you pay for it!”

The older male gave a glance around the group, “Your objective will be to make it through the tree line to the clearing on the other side. There I've placed a flag. None of you are allowed to go past the train tracks or beyond where Einhel Keep is. If you reach the flag or land a hit on me you win, but if I shoot you, well... You fail, obviously”

“I'll be pairing you up for this exercise. Let's see... Ash, you're with Juna. Musse and Fie. And that leaves Kurt and Altina as the final pair.”

Musse gave a giggle as the Zephyr member sent her a sidelong look. What a fortuitous coincidence to be partnered with the one person with a similar background to Instructor Randolph!

Contrary to what those who knew her might think, Musse did not possess all the answers. While she wasn't so humble as to deny that she was an intelligent girl, her true strength lay in taking the scattered threads of knowledge that she possessed on the subject and weaving them together to create a complete picture, something with which she could work with. As handy of a skill as it was, it was impossible to fully accomplish if one of those threads was missing.

And while she had a solid grasp of military tactics and sharpshooter training, understanding of a veteran jaeger's mindset was not something one could simply glean from a tome or from the orbal net. No modern military came close to possessing the ruthlessness and experience that a mercenary from one of the top corps possessed. Normally Musse would be content to play the role of the intelligent but flawed student and use what limited knowledge she possessed to give a respectable performance before inevitably failing.

But right now she had a golden opportunity at her disposal to gain a better understanding of how her new classmate worked.

“Ash, Juna. You're first. In sixty seconds I'll give the signal for you to begin. The next pair can begin whenever they return.” With those final instructions given the teacher ran into the forest, leaving just the students waiting silently. After the specified minute elapsed there was a single gunshot in the forest, which served as the signal for the first pair to begin carefully moving into the tree line.

“They are so screwed.” Fie muttered. She seemed rather amused by the prospect.

Musse found herself laughing in agreement, “This exercise does seem to be a little too... subtle for Juna and Ash, at least from what I've seen. That being said, I'm afraid a mission like this is outside of my experience range. I don't suppose you have a plan?”

“A plan? Not quite. But I do have some ideas.” The silver-haired girl sent a pointed look towards the rifle in Musse's hand, “How good are you with that thing?”

Despite already knowing her answer she took the time to consider the question, “As long as Instructor Randolph is stationary I am confident I can hit him at any range.”

Fie nodded approvingly, “Good. My gunblades lack the range to seriously threaten a sniper, especially one as experienced as Randy-”

She paused as another gunshot rang through the clearing, which was followed a few seconds later by a third one.

“Well, that was fast. Maybe a minute or two at the most. I wonder...”

“Twenty-five arge would be my guess, based on the speed Ash and Juna were moving.” Fie's surprise at her input was enough for Musse to smile a little wider, “I do believe there is a section of the forest that far ahead where the trees thin out a little.”

“Nice.” Fie praised, “I'm sure Randy will move after this, especially since he knows I'm involved in this exercise, but he can't really relocate too far if he wants to stay concealed. I should be able to guess his general location based on that. So what we need to do is-”

The gunsword wielder trailed off as Kurt and Altina approached the duo, “Do either of you have a plan to solve this exercise?”

“Nope.” Fie responded sharply.

“...No as in you don't have a plan or no you don't intend on sharing with us?” The smirk on the girl's face was all the answer Kurt needed. Instead he turned his attention to Musse, “...And what about you?”

For her part Musse couldn't help but giggle. That level of casual competitiveness wasn't something she would have expected from Fie during that first month, but it definitely fit her new profile well. And as her friend how was she to refuse such a gesture? “I'm afraid I cannot answer that, but if I may make a suggestion?” With three pairs of eyes focusing on her she continued, “I would say your primary advantage is Claiomh Solais' stealth field, yes?”

The arrival of Juna and Ash brought an end to their little discussion. Both of them were scowling, but neither looked worse for wear, a testament to the effectiveness of the low-power training setting most orbal firearms possessed. But with their return came the important question... who was next to go?

“Let's do this.” Musse would admit to being a little surprised that Fie volunteered themselves so quickly, but the most likely theory in her mind was that her partner believed that going second would improve their chances of victory. Perhaps Instructor Randolph would be easier to identify given less time to relocate from his original position? Or maybe she simply believed the instructor was going to go harder on future teams given the extra prep time?

Either way the conjecture was pointless, and instead she freely agreed to her partner's suggestion. Leaving her new classmates behind the two of them crossed the treeline. Musse couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of nervousness as the two of them entered the game – Even knowing the psychological dangers of a sniper did little to diminish its impact on her, even in a training setting.

Even Fie looked poised to react at an instant despite her confidence that the teacher would be further into the forest, “So we didn't really have any time to come up with an elaborate plan and the rules of this test don't allow for us to outflank Randy, so we're just gonna keep it simple and rely on our skills. If I'm right, Randy will probably be about forty arge away somewhere over there.” She pointed a finger to provide actual directions.

“I want you to hang back to provide counter-sniper fire while I bait out his position. Randy will definitely be looking for you first since he knows how evasive I am, so stay out of sight until he's forced to take the shot at me. The combat link will have to provide your target.

Like Fie said, the plan itself was simple, but one part of it surprised Musse quite a bit, “You're placing a lot of faith in someone you haven't worked with before, aren't you?”

“Eh, I guess? I mean we did fight together on Orchis Tower. But more than that...” The lithe jaeger gave a tiny shrug, “...I guess it's gotten a little easier for me to trust people.”

It was a good thing she had been moved into Class VII. Sure she had accounted for the possibility that being sent to a school would help her new classmate open up, but only in her most ambitious calculations did she guess it could happen to such an extent. It was truly admirable that Fie had learned to trust so quickly.

The schemer squashed the rebellious part of her brain that railed against that thought. Her personal mission was too important to rely on something as flimsy as trust.

“Alright.” She agreed at last, “As soon as you move I shall take cover behind that rock over there.” It was far enough from where Fie believed their teacher was to keep her hidden, but close enough for her to get an angle as soon as she stepped out.

“Good. Let's do this.” Fie took a deep breath, formed a combat link between the two, and trotted forward into the open. Following instructions Musse took her own position. Behind cover she had absolutely no visibility and was forced to rely on their shared connection to provide senses-

Something which immediately paid dividends as Fie sensed the bullet with her combat instincts before Musse even heard it. She truly lived up to her Sylphid name as the girl rolled out of the way, avoiding the shot by a mere rege. Even as she evaded Fie was hard at work trying to pinpoint the shot for Musse.

For her part the mint-haired girl was already stepping out of cover to take her shot, her mind racing quickly. Take the trajectory that Fie identified, adjust for the five or so arge that separated the two students, find the closest spot that gave her line of sight...

There! Instructor Randolph's bright hair gave him away. The teacher must have respected their skills as he was already moving from his hiding spot to a more distant position, safe from any possible retaliation. Musse bit her lip in thought even as she took aim.

Practically speaking the shot she was about to take would have been beyond most trained soldiers, let alone students. If Musse wanted to play her role correctly she should choose to miss here. Given how well they executed their plan a near miss would be enough to earn the instructor's praise and a good grade.

But...

Fie had placed her trust in Musse to land this shot. And for some strange reason Musse found herself not wanting to let her down.

Squeezing the trigger the noblewoman watched with satisfaction as her round grazed Instructor Randolph's uniform. It was such a near thing that it could easily be passed off as a lucky hit, but it still fulfilled the requirements of the exam. Already Randy was raising his arms in the universal gesture of surrender.

“Nice shot.” Fie grinned at her. Musse found herself smiling back. Success tasted sweet indeed.

Ash Carbide hated art class.

That was an unfortunate truth to the young man, as that was the class he and the rest of his new classmates currently found themselves in. It wasn't as if he held a particular hatred for music or painting – at least nothing more than most of the other classes – but there was one unfortunate thing that made this class stick out more than any other.

The teacher for this class was none other than the Golden Rakshasa herself.

The other bookworm classes like history and economics sucked too, of course, but those classes he could just kick back and relax. As long as he passed all his tests – which he did – neither Schwarzer nor Herschel gave much of a damn what he did in class. Maybe that was the same with Principal Aurelia, but the orphan from Rachel wasn't stupid enough to want to find out for himself. He had seen some terrifying shit in his time, but none of it compared to the crazy powerhouse of a woman that was currently droning on about music.

Ash took a gamble and glanced away from the powerful woman long enough to gauge how his new classmates were faring. Egret – the phony that she was – seemed to be following the lesson with a bright smile on her face. Pretty Boy was doing the same, just with a lot less smiling. Little Bunny's own attempts at scribbling notes were marred by the confused furrow of her brow whenever the young girl turned long enough for him to see her face.

Those were the three in the row in front of him. Next to him sat the Wild Filly, and the girl looked pretty overwhelmed. It was kinda hilarious. On the opposite end of the table sat Jaeger, and while the girl appeared interested in the lesson on the surface, Ash could tell that she was just as bored out of her mind as he was, but was too terrified to show it.

Guess they had more in common than he cared to admit.

Shitty lesson aside, the bruiser couldn't help but feel pretty good about his new situation. Sure the guys in Class VIII weren't terrible, but they were a bunch of wimps. Even if VII's teacher was still a lame-ass wannabe hero this was the class to join if you wanted to get into a scrap, and that was the main reason he brought his ass to this school to begin with.

Plus he couldn't deny the class had some fine eye candy. A shame all their personalities sucked.

The blonde hadn't been expecting to get transferred when the principal called him into a meeting after Crossbell. In fact a part of him hadn't been expecting to leave that office alive. He thought some asshole snitched about something or other and the Golden Rakshasa was about to cut him into little pieces. Seemed like the kind of thing she would do. Instead he found herself ordered to Schwarzer's class as his newest student alongside Egret.

Hell yes.

“Alright class, I've decided on a fun little exercise for all of you.” Aurelia said, drawing the punk out of his thoughts, “You'll be working in groups of three with the people at your table.” So that meant he was working alongside Jaeger and the Wild Filly? That sucked.

The principal pulled out a recording device, “I heard you are all familiar with Elliot Craig, yes? I'll be playing one of his songs, 'Under the Bright, Shining Sky,' and I want you to figure out the meaning of the song. Take note of chosen instruments, the tempo, the notes used, and everything else that makes up this song. It's all important in the language of music, after all.”

...Say what now?

Ignorant of his internal confusion Aurelia pushed play and the room filled with music. It wasn't the stuff he normally listened to, but Ash couldn't deny the music wasn't terrible despite being lame violin crap. It was the kind of music you'd expect to be playing in the background of Heimdallr while you're out shopping, or something like that.

But none of that actually gave an answer to the question put before them. After the initial recording finished the principal placed the music on loop, but lowered the volume so they could chat with each other.

As pointless as it was, Ash did just that, “Do either of you have any idea what the hell this song's all about?”

“Nope.”

Unlike Fie Juna actually seemed to think about it as she put a finger to her lip, “I mean... it's cheerful music, right? Is that the answer?”

...A shame a thoughtful Wild Filly was still just a Wild Filly, “No you idiot! That answer sucks! Are you both idiots?”

“Meh.” Jaeger gave a lazy shrug of her shoulders, “My only experience with music is a bunch of drunk jaegers singing random stuff around a fire after a successful mission. Trust me, it sucked about as bad as you can imagine.”

“I mean... I know music?” Juna protested feebly, “Between my dad, Ken, and Nana I've probably listened to the Mishelam theme song a thousand times. That's gotta count for something, right?”

“Oh, hey. I know that one. Boss taught it to me to hum during infiltration missions to keep my mind focused.” Her worthless knowledge wouldn't have been so annoying had the little jaeger not started humming it right there in the middle of class, much to Juna's delight.

Ash couldn't help but groan loudly, “You two are completely useless!”

“Don't see you being much help.”

“You kiddin'? Only music I know is the kind they play at rundown bars and other shady ass places. This proper music is way beyond me.”

Jaeger hummed thoughtfully, which for some reason inspired a little more confidence than when Juna did so, “I guess we gotta go with the tried and true method.”

“Fake it until we make it?”

“Pull something out of our asses?”

Ash shared a look with Juna as the two spoke at the same time. She might have been an idiot, but at least they were on the same page there. Jaeger too given the way she grinned at them, “Bingo. We met Elliot in Sutherland so we should be able to build something off of that.”

He nodded along. That made sense, “You know the guy better than me, but from what I saw he looked like a total wimp, but considering he was able to hold his own against those Ouroboros psychopaths there's gotta be more to him, right?”

“Seriously, Ash?” Juna sighed out.

“Eh. His words sucked, but he's not really wrong either. Think something like 'soft tone but with a steely undercurrent to it' would work?”

The blond teen slowly nodded his head, “It's a start, but we're gonna need to do a whole lot more if we want to get through this. Write in a lot more detail and use a bunch of music words and all that other crap.”

“But not too much detail.” The pink-haired girl warned, “None of us know what we're talking about, so the deeper we try to go the more likely we are to be completely off the mark. And if Principal Aurelia calls us out on it...”

Right. He didn't think that insane woman would smite them with her giant sword for screwing up a music question, but at the same time he wasn't exactly chomping at the bit to figure out that point for sure.

“It's a shame she's watching us, 'cause I would totally sneak a look at what the others are writing and copy their work.” Fie groused, “Well, whatever. I'm better at winging it anyways. So how about we start it like this...”

The tall student listened as his new classmates bounced ideas back and forth, even contributing a few of his own. Music class still sucked, especially since he found himself partnered with a pair of idiots, but at least these idiots knew what they were, unlike a lot of fakers he had met over the year. Better to just accept your limitations and come up with some utter bullshit instead of deluding yourself into thinking you're an expert when you aren't.

He still wasn't sure what to expect from Class VII moving forward. Sure the fights would be good, but Schwarzer was still a total fraud as far as he was concerned, so he wasn't sure what the 'hero' could possibly teach him. Maybe the next few months would be a total waste of his time.

But at least he was feeling pretty confident that even if it ended up a waste he would at least get some fun times out of it. His new classmates were anything but dull. Maybe he could convince them to slip off to a casino or a bar the next time they all go out on their silly mission requests?

And he'd never admit it out loud, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction when the Golden Rakshasa gave a better score to their bullshit summary than the one the others came up with. Pretty Boy's dumbfounded reaction was priceless!

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Fie wiped the sweat off her brow after she finished filling in the hole she had just created, causing her companion for the moment to giggle in amusement, “Do you want to take a break?”

She shook her head, causing long silver hair to go this way and that, “Nah. We're almost done. I guess I just kinda forgot what season it was now.”

This was their third month at Thors. Given the school started in the middle of spring...

Yep. It was summer now. And there she was planting seeds into the ground, on a particularly scalding day to boot.

“...Let's not do this again.” Fie complained at last once the job was finished.

“You complain, but that smile on your face is telling me a completely different story.” Sandy retorted with no hesitation.

Against that comment Fie could only shrug, knowing it was an argument she couldn't win. Despite the weather and the simple fact that gardening was work, she couldn't deny there was something about the activity that felt comfortable to her. Maybe it was because she remembered the seeds Zephyr had left her that she had never gotten a chance to use, or maybe she just had a green thumb. Either way, she found herself enjoying the activity.

...Not that she would admit that to Sandy or anyone else.

“Want to go get some drinks? My treat for helping me out.”

The former jaeger would have gladly paid for her own drink, but given the earnest smile on her clubmate's face could do little but nod her agreement. After cleaning up the garden the two friends made their way to the cafeteria where they got the drinks. A nice cold juice was the perfect reward for an afternoon in the sun.

She was almost finished when the door opened and in entered their other club member, Tita. The girl must have been looking for them as she began to rapidly approach as soon as she spotted the duo.

Fie couldn't help but notice something very off in her friend's appearance, “...You look like crap.” Between the weary appearance and grease stains on her jacket it was a pretty obvious statement.

“Ahaha...” The flustered engineer laughed sheepishly at her assessment, “I guess you can say that.”

“Professor Schmidt keeping you busy?” A concerned Sandy asked.

Tita gave a tired nod, “Yeah. It's taken me the last couple days to finish repairing the Drakkhen II. Just when I thought I was finished the professor told me that I needed to start preparing for a handful of new soldats that'll be arriving later this week. Probably won't be able to make it to the next few club meetings.”

“New soldats?” Fie asked curiously while making a mental note to bonk Juna on the head. Sure her suicide tactics got them the victory against the aion, but it made a bunch of unnecessary work for Tita. Next time the girl needed to win with style and class.

“Mmm.” The Liberlian confirmed with a tired nod. Before either of them could comment further on her exhausted state Tita perked up, “Oh, right! I almost forgot! I think you'll like it a lot, Fie. One of the new soldats is a Kestrel Beta.”

The silver-haired girl blinked. Soldat specs weren't her forte, but the name was familiar to the girl, “That's the fast one, right?”

“Yeah! It's a little smaller than your standard Drakkhen II, but it more than makes up for it with its mobility and agility. I've heard that it can achieve a top speed of twelve hundred selge per hour while having natural flight capabilities comparable to a Divine Knight! And it's equipped with a state of the art neural network to give it a thirty percent boost in responsiveness compared to the standard models! It's-”

“Breathe, Tita. Breathe.” Sandy chided with a gentle smile and a giggle.

Unfortunately for Tita, Fie lacked the gentleness of their friend, “...You are such a dork.”

“I am not!” The flustered engineer retorted, “But come on, aren't you even a little bit excited? The Kestrel seems like the perfect machine for you.”

Her lazy shrug was enough to mask her true feelings. Of course she was excited! The Drakkhen always felt so slow and sluggish to one with the moniker of Sylphid. She was a speed junky, pure and simple.

Seeing the dubious looks on her two friends Fie decided to give a slightly more intricate answer, “I mean I guess so? It'll be nice to beat Kurt and Juna in soldat exercises. Ash and Musse too, I guess.” Even after the day it still felt weird having new classmates.

“And you call me a dork...” Tita mock grumbled, “How come you always need to turn everything into a competition?”

“Still...” Sandy interjected, “It feels weird knowing that Musse is in your class now. I mean it makes sense and all since Class VII was so small, but even so...”

“Trust me, it's even weirder for me. You guys know her better than I do, is she always... like that?” Her question was kinda lame because there was no humanly way to describe Musse Egret.

Luckily for her her two clubmates seemed to understand it well enough, “Yup.” Sandy smiled happily as she shot down Fie's hopes.

“You think you guys have it bad? Try being her roommate. I swear she's always finding something to tease me about. Just this morning she wouldn't stop questioning me about Ag-” Tita paused before stopping with a furious blush.

Sadly for her... “Agate, right?” The blonde-haired girl let out a miserable moan which served as all the confirmation Fie needed, “Sorry, but you were practically digging your own grave on that one.”

“I actually asked Prince Olivert about that before we left Crossbell. He told me that-” Whatever Sandy wanted to say was put on pause as Tita was quick to smother her mouth with her hands.

Unfortunately for the girl who was now closely resembling a tomato... “You can tell me at the next club meeting since Tita won't be there.”

“Got it!”

Was it wrong for the two of them to tease their friend like this? Probably.

But it was fun. And that made it all worthwhile.

Their final class of the day was a unique one as it didn't take place in any classroom. In fact it didn't take place on the campus at all. Instead they – along with Class VIII and IX – were all instructed to meet at the west exit of Leeves on the road that would take them away from the capital.

The reason for the special class?

“Welcome to driver's education.” A smiling Rean greeted the crowd after everyone was assembled. Next to him were the orbal bikes they had used in Crossbell, “Principal Aurelia and I both agreed it would be a good idea to instruct all of you on how to drive the orbal bikes.”

Thank the Goddess. It was humiliating being stuck in the sidecar constantly. Never again if it could be helped.

...And just as importantly she was pretty sure that Altina was one unfavorable seating arrangement from sending a Brionac her way.

“Pffft. Lame. Some of us already know how to ride a bike.” Fie rolled her eyes. That was Ash at his finest right there.

And yet Rean didn't seem bothered by the rude reply, “That may be so, but until us staff can verify it for ourselves you won't be taking the bikes anywhere. Although I suppose if you are so against the idea you can take it up with Principal Aurelia yourself...?”

“Actually, this is cool. Gives me a chance to show you clowns up.” Ash's attempts at backpedaling were completely unsuccessful as many of the students snicker at his defeat. Of course Fie wasn't so juvenile as to laugh at the misfortune of her classmate.

...She just thought of a really funny joke at that same moment that caused her to chuckle. What a coincidence.

“As you can see we only have three bikes, so I'll be riding out with two of you at a time. We'll only be going a few arge down the highway before turning around and coming back. It's a fairly straight road and there shouldn't be much traffic at this hour, but I want you all to be careful regardless.” The teacher allowed his eyes to roam over the assembled group, “Since you're so confident, Ash, why don't you join me on the first ride.”

“Heh. Why not?” The blonde gave an easy shrug before approaching one of the bikes.

Rean nodded approvingly, “Good. Any volunteers for the second bike?”

“Me!” A couple of the Class VIII girls raised their hands, but Fie was surprised to hear a very familiar voice volunteering herself loudly.

It was her own voice.

Sure she knew she was looking forward to riding a bike, but it was so out of character for her to volunteer that she couldn't help but color slightly, especially as she noticed quite a few people were giving her equally shocked looks. The only way the situation could get any more humiliating for the cool jaeger was if-

“Very good, Fie! I think this is the first time you've ever volunteered for something.” Rean proclaimed with a proud smile on his face.

...Were it anyone else she would have assumed they were trying to intentionally mess with her, but the guy was so oblivious that she was forced to accept the jerk wasn't doing this on purpose. Still didn't make it any less fun for her.

Oh well. What was done was done. Might as well put all the embarrassment behind her and enjoy the moment while it lasts.

The lithe student fell a surge of excitement as she approached her bike. This time she wasn't riding shotgun to someone, nor was she riding in a currently non-existent sidecar. This time she was gonna be the one behind the wheel.

But before she or Ash could hop on and let it rip they had to listen to Rean give instructions. It was long, obnoxious, and mostly self-explanatory, but she listened with half an ear regardless, “...And when you want to slow down, release the throttle, and apply the brakes to both wheels. Apply the brakes strongly to the front wheel and lightly to the back wheel. If you don't do this correctly you might lose control of the bike-”

“Yeah, yeah. This shit's too easy. Can we just go already?” One nice thing about having Ash in the class was the guy had even less of a filter than she did. He said what she wanted to, but he was the one to earn the dirty looks for his efforts while she got to continue looking like an eager little student.

“Alright, alright. Hop on your bikes, start your engines, and let's get ready to ride!” Now those were instructions that she was more than ready to comply with!

Doing as told she allowed herself to bask in the feeling of the orbal engine purring beneath her. Sure it was no Panzer Soldat, but power was power and this bike certainly held a lot of it. With growing impatience she waited for Rean to give the command to begin-

“See you slowpokes later!”

“W-Wait! Ash! Get back here!”

...Or she could only blink in disbelief as Ash shifted his bike into gear and drove away at full throttle, leaving both her and Rean in his dust.

It was only a second later that his parting words reached her brain.

Slowpoke.

He called her a slowpoke.

She who had spent years on the battlefield earning the name Sylphid.

And he called her slow?

Hell. No.

“Fie! Don't!”

She ignored her teacher's pleas as she cranked the bike to full throttle and took off after the annoying punk. If Ash thought he could get away with calling Fie Claussell slow than he had another thing coming to him! Destroying him in a race was the least she could do after that insult.

Surprisingly Ash wasn't all that far ahead of her. It seemed the jerk actually had his own form of chivalry as he had slowed down his bike long enough to see if anyone was taking his bait. The grin he shot her before accelerating to remain ahead of her only served to confirm that theory.

That was fine with her. She estimated him to have a fifty arge lead or so. Not a problem.

Fie lowered her body slightly to reduce wind resistance, which was something of a shame as it meant she couldn't enjoy the sensation of speeding down the road at full throttle as much as she wanted. Sure at full sprint she probably wasn't much slower than this, but riding a bike meant she could sit back and enjoy the moment without the need to worry about her body.

As the two sped down the road she found herself gaining on Ash, but it was far slower than she expected. For all of his flaws the guy was a natural at riding a bike. He kept his bike at full throttle, took turns dangerously, and once even managed to drift around one of the few bits of oncoming traffic they passed. That last thing was something she vowed to master – preferably once she wasn't stuck in a high stakes race.

But just as she began to fear she might not catch up to him before they reached the next town an opportunity arose. Just as the two bikes reached a sharp turn they were met with an oncoming truck that was taking up most of the road. Naturally both students applied their brakes so they could swerve around it.

That half an ear she gave to Rean's instructions? It was all the difference.

Hard on the front and light on the rear. That was how Rean said they should brake. And that was what she did.

Ash meanwhile seemed to have missed that lesson as he braked hard on both ends. Apparently doing the thing Rean said not to do caused the bike to accelerate a lot quicker than Ash had anticipated. She heard her newest classmate let out an audible curse as he hastily began to accelerate, but it was too late.

With a cheeky wave she glided both past him and the truck responsible for their slowdown. Once clear of the two vehicles she happily sped up, knowing that barring some sort of accident or horrible mistake on her end her victory was assured.

No such accident or horrible mistake occurred.

There was never any official decision on how the race was to end or anything like that, but Fie noticed a small town in the distance and decided that would make for a good finish line. And with her competition far enough away she was able to relax a little and take in the ride at a slightly more reasonable pace.

If she wasn't already sold on orbal bikes from their time in Crossbell, she definitely was now.

As the victorious biker approached the town – which she noted was called Grenville based on a nearby sign – she slowed her bike to a stop. Turning her head back she noticed a second bike on approach. Huh. Ash was closer than she realized.

No. Wait.

...That wasn't Ash at all.

In her haste to prove the punk wrong she had completely forgotten that this was supposed to be a class and that Rean was her teacher. And now said teacher was rapidly closing the distance with her. And he looked downright furious.

“Ehehe...” She laughed nervously once the teacher stopped right in front of her, “H-Hey, Instructor Rean?”

Rean rolled his eyes as he heard a pitiful groan from the seat in front of him, but that wasn't enough to deter him from the paperwork he needed to get done.

His lack of reaction didn't seem to please the only other occupant of the room as he heard a thud that could only be a head slamming onto the desk, “This sucks! Why am I here!?”

With a sigh the suffering teacher finally decided to put down the paper, “Hmm. I don't know? Could it be because you decided to disrupt class by going on a dangerous race down the highway? Pretty sure you two broke a few laws in the process, too.”

“Oh come on!” Fie complained, “Ash called me slow! Slow! That would be like... Someone talking dirty about your Eight Leaves school. Wouldn't you want to prove them wrong?!”

“That's irrelevant.” He totally would, but he wasn't going to tell Fie that. Given the unimpressed look she was shooting him he had a feeling she knew it too, “A-And plus, even if I did I would have gone about it in a better way. You broke the rules, so that's why you're here.”

Detention. It took three months, but he finally had reason to assign it to one of his students. A bittersweet moment for any teacher.

“Alright, fine. But how come I'm here and not Ash? He was the one that started it!”

The question was entirely expected, but Rean still sighed regardless, “I didn't give Ash detention because his punishment was a lot worse.” Fie clearly wasn't mollified by his answer so reluctantly he decided to elaborate, “...Principal Aurelia has been looking for a new sparring partner lately. I may have volunteered Ash for the role. Giving him detention on top of that just felt... unnecessarily cruel?”

“Oof...” Her reaction almost caused him to laugh, “Yeah, that would definitely be too much. Sucks to be him.”

Even though he didn't need to he decided to toss her a bone, “Honestly, were it not for the fact the two of you messed up class with your actions I would have been pretty pleased with your performances. Both of you seem to be naturals with the bike. That might end up coming in handy during our next field exercises.”

With that Rean returned to his paperwork. Ideally Fie would take this forced detention to study, as while her grades had been improving at a steady clip they were still the lowest in the class – and given what he knew of Ash and Musse was confident they would continue to remain so for some time. Or she could simply take a nap. He didn't really have a problem with that either.

“H-Hey, Rean...?”

Or she could choose to interrupt him again. He should have been annoyed by that, but there was something different about her question that caused him pause. It was the tone she used.

Why did Fie sound so uncharacteristically meek?

That question was enough for the teacher to give his student his undivided attention, prompting her to continue, “It's about what happened on Stargazer Tower...”

“A lot of things happened on top of Stargazer Tower.” He responded dryly, despite understanding that she was merely drawing out her words for the sake of being careful.

His comment caused the silver-haired girl to narrow her eyes as annoyance managed to bring back a little of her usual bluntness, “I want to know about that masked weirdo.”

“Oh...” Truth be told Rean hadn't given nearly as much thought to that encounter as he probably should have. As much as it bothered him, his current position meant neither he nor Towa were in much of a position to investigate that encounter at all. Alisa, Emma, and Machias were in far better positions to do that and so he was willing to leave it to them for now.

Either Fie missed his internal turmoil or chose to forge ahead regardless, “He's a friend of yours, right? I heard from the others that was the member of Class VII that died during the civil war.”

Rean felt an uncharacteristic surge of irritation at her question. He didn't want to think about the possibility that that was Crow, so why was Fie bringing it up? “I don't think that's any of your business.” He replied tersely, hoping the student would drop the subject.

“Not my business? Your dead friend is now very not dead, and has a Divine Knight to boot. Sounds kinda familiar to me.”

The teacher's irritation died a quick death as soon as he processed her statement. “Oh...”

In all honesty Rean was kind of embarrassed with himself. In hindsight it was pretty obvious. He had been so hyper-focused on what appeared to be Crow that he hadn't bothered to make the connection that his student had.

Fie wasn't pestering him about Crow because she cared about him. She simply wanted to understand more in hopes of a clue relating to the return of her father.

“Y-Yeah, alright.” He got out at last, “Crow Armbrust. Former member of Class VII. A good friend of Towa and myself. Also my enemy during the war, as he was the pilot of the Azure Knight.”

“Oh...” Fie murmured thoughtfully, “I think I heard stories about the Azure Awakener during the Civil War, but they stopped just when stories about you began. Did you...?”

She didn't finish her question, but he got it all the same, “N-No! We fought, but in the end he sacrificed himself to save Prince Cedric and stop an ancient evil.”

“And he was dead, right? You confirmed it yourself?”

Her words could probably have been construed as rude had the conversation been anything different, “I was there when they put his body into the ground at the funeral.”

“Hmm...” Was all his student could get out.

“That being said...” He continued, “Assuming that was Crow there are two major differences that I noticed between him and the Jaeger King. One.” Perhaps it was his inner teacher speaking but he felt compelled to raise a finger, “The mask. While Crow did wear a mask while he was a terrorist...” He definitely deserved the raised eyebrow for that comment, “...it's not really his style. Especially a half-mask that doesn't really do much to conceal his identity.”

He raised a second finger, “And secondly, Azure Siegfried acted nothing like the Crow I know. While I can't say I've ever met Rutger Claussell I get the feeling his personality was very much like it used to be...?”

“...Yup.” Fie got out at last, “Showing up out of nowhere and acting like nothing had happened even though he was dead for two years? Pretty much signature Boss right there.” The look on her face made it hard to tell if she was praising his personality or annoyed about it. Given everything that had happened Rean had a feeling it was a mixture of both.

“Still, the pistols Azure Siegfried used were definitely the same as what Crow did. Plus that Divine Knight looked awfully similar to Ordine, save for the odd transparency...”

Fie let out a sigh, “So we've got two dead guys being very alive and running around with Divine Knights. Neither are working with Ouroboros, but neither are on our side either.” She blinked before shaking her head, “...This is too weird.”

Rean couldn't help but let out a laugh, “Can't argue with that. Seems like we're caught in the middle of something crazy, doesn't it?”

Huh. Despite how serious all the machinations going on behind the scenes were likely to be, treating it like a simple mystery to laugh about made the swordsman feel a little better about the whole situation. If nothing else this conversation was a good way to lighten up recent events, even if it was also ensuring he would be thinking about it late into the evening.

“I didn't think being a student would be more hazardous than being a jaeger, but here we are.” Fie groused with a tiny smile on her face, causing Rean to sweatdrop a little. As much as he hated to admit it, she wasn't entirely off the mark.

Was it his fault that the new Class VII kept ending up in terrible situations? That was a sobering thought...

“Back to the original topic...” Whether his student noticed his internal conflict or not he was unsure, but the distraction was appreciated, “Tell me more about Crow.”

That question caused him to blink in confusion, “You want to know more? Why?”

“'Cause the first time I asked you snapped at me.” She answered succinctly.

“...I did?”

“Yup. You did. And I've known you long enough to know that you don't normally snap at anyone. Like... Shirley could walk through that door right now and you'd try to start up a friendly conversation with her. So for you to snap at me of all people...”

Was that really how she saw him? And why did she use such a weird analogy?

Still, the more he thought about it... “I-I suppose you have a point.”

“Yeah. I'm right and we both know it.” Fie deadpanned, “Bottling things up like that can't be healthy. You should probably talk about it, even if it's with someone else.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the teacher?” He joked even as he considered her surprisingly thoughtful words.

“Where do you think I learned that from?” She retorted with an annoyed look on her face, “This one pain in the ass guy I know kept pestering me about things when I didn't want to talk. Drove me insane, but as much as I hate to admit it he was pretty much right on the mira. It definitely helped.”

Rean let out an awkward laugh, “Alright, alright. You've made your point. How about this – I'll tell you some fun stories about Crow Armbrust, but in return I want to hear some stories about Rutger Claussell.”

“Huh?” This time it was Fie who was surprised by the turn in the conversation, but that surprise didn't last long. “Kay. You've got yourself a deal. You go first, though.”

“Fair enough.” Rean thought back to his earliest encounter with the joker turned terrorist turned rival, “Crow wasn't originally in Class VII, you see. He was in the year above us. The first time I met him was when I was doing some work after class and he decided to prank me with a stupid trick involving a bag and a fifty mira coin he stole from me-”

As a teacher he should have been upset that Fie had managed to derail this detention so thoroughly. Neither she nor he accomplished anything of importance during the remainder of the period that should have been reserved for just that.

And yet as a human being he was grateful. Talking about his deceased – formerly deceased? - friend to the girl was surprisingly invigorating, as she proved to be an apt listener, even laughing at some of the things the older boy had done. He couldn't help but think the two of them would have gotten along swimmingly.

And in return he learned more about the man behind the moniker Jaeger King. Both the moments that made him infamous among the criminal world and some lighter moments that only someone close to the man could have experienced. Despite being a deadly jaeger and quite possibly a future adversary Rean couldn't help but gain a respect for the man who took care of the people under his command.

All in all he considered it an afternoon very well spent.

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Altina wasn't one to wear her emotions openly. It was less because she knew how to reign herself in and more because she still didn't quite understand them to begin with. She was only just starting to accept that she might in fact have emotions to begin with.

And yet despite that, she was fairly confident in her understanding of what she was currently feeling: Annoyance. It was an emotion that she was becoming rather accustomed to ever since her awakening as it felt like everything and everyone around her was out to make her feel this emotion. And the way she was currently glaring at the source of her annoyance was almost assuredly the same way her classmates used whenever they were directing their focus at whatever caused them to feel the same emotion.

It was a shame that the target of her ire couldn't suffer like the others could.

Mostly because it was an inanimate object.

“Aww. Don't be like that, Allie. The water doesn't deserve that kind of abuse.”

The taciturn girl shifted her gaze away from the swimming pool to the speaker of the voice, Leonora, “Once again I have failed to reach my goal.”

Forty arge. All of her other club mates could do it easily. And yet despite this being her third month in the club she had yet to be able to accomplish it.

It was very annoying.

“Sure, but you're getting close.” Leonora's reassurances were kind, but they didn't really make her feel much better. Her club captain must have recognized this as she shook her head with a wry smile before elaborating further, “These things don't happen overnight, you know? Remember how when you first started swimming you could barely stay afloat?”

Despite herself Altina couldn't help but feel her face coloring slightly. Embarrassment.

The older girl let out a small laugh at her reaction, once again triggering her feeling of annoyance, “As with most things it takes a little patience. It took a while to get the fundamentals down, but you've been growing leaps and bonds since! You made it around thirty arge this time, right? You barely made twenty that time you tried just before Crossbell.”

That was... true. This was definitely her best result, and by a wide margin too. Perhaps her friend was right. It wasn't always easy, but patience was a good thing, especially for an intelligence agent.

Still, if she didn't reach forty soon she was confident these negative emotions would only continue to fester.

“Thank you.” Altina said at last. But once again she found her annoyance spiking as she realized that the tall girl wasn't even looking at her anymore. Deciding to channel her ire into something productive the young swimmer followed the gaze to see what was distracting Leonora.

What she saw leaning on the wall of the room... “Fie?”

“Sup?” Her classmate teased before approaching. Just how long had she been standing there!?

“You've been there for a while, haven't you?” Leonora echoed Altina's thoughts, albeit with a hint of wariness.

“Only for a few minutes. Just finished some shooting practice when I saw Altina trying to set the pool on fire with her eyes. What's up with that?”

“It's... not important,” While Altina didn't mind being truthful to her friend she was starting to understand her fellow silver-hair. Giving an answer would almost certainly lead to teasing. Teasing was not something she wanted.

If Fie was bothered by the lack of answer she didn't show it. Instead her smile grew a little wider before she turned towards the door, “Heh. I think I have an idea. That's fine. Your secret is safe with me. Now if you'll excuse me-”

“Actually...” Both Class VII girls were surprised by Leonora's interruption, “This is as good an opportunity as any. How would you like to have a little race?”

Fie came to a halt before turning back to her, “A race? With me? Huh?” Maybe in a different time the former intelligence agent would take the rare chance to tease her normally unflappable friend for her lackluster response, but right now she was just as surprised, “Why?”

“Why wouldn't I? You're Zephyr, right? Jaegers might not be as attuned to the water as my Silver Whales were, but they're pretty damn close. And given how athletic you are I got a feeling you might be my closest competition in this school, minus the faculty.”

“Silver Whales, huh? Had a feeling it was something like that...” Fie trailed off thoughtfully for a few seconds, “Alright, fine. A race sounds like it could be fun.”

“Great! Go change up while I get the pool ready for it!”

Altina blinked as her two friends went on their separate ways. Things had escalated surprisingly quickly and she wasn't sure how to feel about that. Regardless, it was a decision made between the two of them and it wasn't as if she had any real say in the matter.

But... Just because she had no say in the matter didn't mean she couldn't say anything at all, right? She was sure there were at least a few people curious about a potential race between two of the most capable students she knew. Decision made she approached her clothes before retrieving her ARCUS II from the pocket.

“Hello, Juna. There's something I think you might be interested in-”

Five minutes later and Altina found herself regretting her decision to be social.

She told Juna. That in itself wasn't the problem.

Juna told her club mates. She also told Kurt and Ash when she encountered them. This was unexpected, but had it stopped there then there would still be no problem.

They in turn told their other friends and any other people they randomly came across while making the trek.

That was a problem.

And so it went on and on and on. By the time Fie exited the changing room in her swimsuit a grand total of half the campus was in the room.

“Leonora's gonna win!”

“You're wrong! Fie has this!”

“Idiot!”

“Oh yeah? If you're so confident why not show it with a little mira?”

“Fine! Fifty mira on Fie!”

“Hundred on Leonora!”

“Ooh! Me too! Hundred on Fie!”

“I'll match that.”

...Oops.

“...This is your fault, isn't it?” With all the activity going on few people noticed the approach of a freshly changed but mildly perturbed Fie until said girl was staring down at Altina. The smaller girl couldn't help but wilt slightly under that look.

“Ahaha...” Leonora laughed awkwardly as she approached the duo, “I can't say I was expecting this either. Still, it seems like they're all excited for a good show. Want to give it to them?”

Altina's classmate let out a sigh, “Alright. Let's just get this over with.” Despite the lethargic response, from what she knew of Fie she was sure the other girl was at least a little excited for the race, even if she hid it well. The former jaeger had a surprising competitive streak, after all.

“Great! Let's go! Allie, you're the judge.” Without waiting for a reply Leonora walked towards the starting point with Fie trailing just behind.

Altina blinked as the parting words set in. She was to judge the outcome of the race? Sure the task itself didn't seem too difficult, but the homunculi couldn't recall ever being placed in such a situation. Being the arbiter of a race with this many spectators – Even Instructors Rean and Randolph were now in the room - left her feeling a little uncomfortable.

Belatedly she realized the emotion she was now feeling was anxiety.

Still, it wasn't as if Leonora gave her the chance to back out, and Altina probably wouldn't have refused even if she had. So she did her best to ignore the many pairs of eyes following her every step as she moved to the far end of the pool, opposite the swimmers. Unlike most of the room who seemed to be divided between one or the other swimmer Altina held no such feelings. One was her classmate and the other a club member. Both were her friends. Victory or defeat mattered little to the girl.

They would be racing one lap of the pool. Forty arge. A length that she was still struggling to clear on her own. And she had no doubt that both of them would make it look entirely too easy.

No she was not bitter about that fact.

Not one bit.

From the end of the swimming pool Altina observed the two racers as they prepared. What she witnessed was... not much, in fact. Being forty arge away from the action meant she couldn't hear anything, and even her vision was limited from such a distance. She couldn't help but pout a little. How come she had to miss out on all the action because they had decided to make her the referee for this event?

Unacceptable.

“Claiomh Solais.”

A few of the students made noises of surprise and Instructor Rean facepalmed at the sight of her combat shell, but given neither competitor seemed to care Altina assumed it was fine. Climbing onto her partner she abdicated her position at the end to hover over the pool instead. Perfect. This way she could watch the race while still being in position to declare a winner.

After a few more seconds the two swimmers took their position. Stark must have been elected as the one to start the race as her club mate took up position before beginning a countdown.

Three. Two. One...

Altina observed as both Fie and Leonora immediately dove into the water and began swimming the length of the pool. Once again she couldn't help but feel the slight tinge of a negative emotion as both girls sped through the water like it was no hindrance at all.

In hindsight it should have been expected, but Altina was really starting to realize just how much Leonora really held herself back when providing demonstrations to herself and the other club members. How irksome.

And yet even at full speed the green-haired girl wasn't gaining any advantage as Fie seemed to keep apace. Her classmate truly was a remarkably quick individual, possibly even matching up to what she knew of Duvalie's speed from the few times she worked alongside and against the Stahlritter leader. While Leonora relied on long bounding strokes Fie worked with shorter but quicker motions. Perhaps a disadvantage in a longer swim, but unlike Altina it was obvious Fie had the stamina to finish the pool with energy to spare.

As the two racers passed the spot she was hovering over Altina instructed Claiomh Solais to match their pace. Idly she couldn't help but wonder if she was the only person alive to witness a swimming race from this vantage point. Maybe she should have been recording this for the sake of others?

In a matter of seconds both competitors had cleared the halfway point. This was usually where Altina began to flounder, but neither of the two veterans slowed a bit. Instead it seemed that adrenaline and a competitive spirit was propelling them to greater and greater speeds. As they got closer and closer to the end without either of them taking a noticeable lead the Black Rabbit couldn't help but lower Claiomh Solais to a single arge above the water – Both because she had a feeling she needed to be close to see the end and because she found herself getting more and more excited to see the final result.

As the two had been neck and neck throughout the entire race it stood to reason that their finish would follow suit, and indeed it did. There was a hush from the spectators as the two girls both tagged the end, one which gave way to a confused murmur. Altina understood their bewilderment well – by almost every metric it appeared the two had reached the end at the same instant.

But her vantage point allowed her to see things differently. While it was virtually a tie there was one tiny little difference between the two girls. And that difference that allowed a definitive victor to be proclaimed.

“Leonora won.” She calmly announced to the room.

She had won solely because her arms were a little longer.

...For some reason that difference really bugged the little agent.

Altina's declaration caused the flurry of excitement from the audience to both resume and intensify, with many of the assembled group approaching the two swimmers as they got out of the water. For their part the two swimmers seemed to brush off the praise sent their way with ease as both seemed pretty happy with the race they had just completed.

“Haha. Thanks for sucking, Jaeger. Wild Filly owes me a hundred mira now.”

“Go away, Ash.”

“Screw you.”

Altina nodded to herself as she finally allowed her feet to touch ground and dismissed Claiomh Solais. Seeing her two close friends grin at each other after mutually telling off her new classmate was a good sign. All her friends should become friends with each other. It made too much sense to her.

“Fie! Why...?!” Juna complained as she approached the duo, “I was gonna buy the new special at Recette with that mira...”

...A shame some of her friends weren't quite on the same page yet.

“Come on you guys.” Instructor Rean chastised as he followed behind Juna, “We just witnessed a wonderful race. Why are you all so focused on the gambling?” Altina could only nod her head approvingly.

Juna looked away sheepishly, but Ash didn't seem to care one bit. Figures.

“Haha. He says that, but Reanie here owes me the first drink tonight.”

Altina's approval faded after hearing Instructor Randolph's words.

“T-That's not what we agreed on!” Her teacher protested with a reddened face, causing a few of the students to laugh at the spectacle.

Being surrounded by friends after witnessing such an exciting spectacle... It left Altina feeling a little funny. She knew it was an emotion, but it was one she wasn't as familiar with. She considered everything she had studied and observed up to this point and came up with a word that felt most appropriate.

Contentment. Altina felt content.

Ever since she arrived at Thors Fie had found herself thrown into weirder and weirder situations. In fairness that wasn't much different from the time spent with Zephyr, but there was one major difference between the time spent in the corps and the time spent at school.

Most of the situations she found herself in with Zephyr were because of circumstances out of her control where she needed to act in order to survive.

Meanwhile most of the stuff she had to endure at Thors was because she was an idiot who kept volunteering for things despite knowing how miserable it would be.

Case in point, why else would she be standing there in the middle of school grounds in the dead of night?

The agile girl was still trying to wrap her mind around how such a strange event occurred in the first place. It had all started so innocently, too.

The previous night she had been doing one of her sneaky late night cooking practice missions. While not something she did everyday it was a common enough occurrence in her recent life. And as usual Maya had somehow sniffed out her intentions despite no words being shared and had followed the girl into the kitchen to eat anything and everything Fie made.

...How that girl continued to remain so fit was one of the great mysteries of the universe.

She had spent a few hours that evening trying to reconstruct the bagel she ate in Crossbell from her memories. Overall the results had been pretty solid – It definitely wasn't Morges quality by any stretch of the imagination, but considering how pleased Maya looked after eating half the batch it was good enough for her purposes.

Oh she was so looking forward to the look on Rean's face after that guy had told her it was impossible to do.

Fie was ready to call it a night and go to bed when her food tester stopped her with an unexpected question – Would she be willing to assist Maya in her sniper training. A part of her brain knew it would be a terrible idea to accept it, but the question was so unexpected that her curiosity compelled her to investigate further.

Fie had given one of the best performances against Randy's anti-sniper lesson. More importantly, she herself had been a jaeger. Maya found herself quite interested in learning more about the style of ranged combat commonly used by guns for hire.

Why Maya was turning to Fie for help instead of her own teacher she would never know for sure, but considering Rean was the last person she wanted to turn to if the silver-haired girl wanted help she could make a pretty solid guess.

None of the clarification her friend provided left the former jaeger feeling any ease at all. While someone could shoot at a target all day long, actual sniper training wasn't something that could be accomplished in the comfortable school building or their dorms. It was the kind of thing that required time, energy, and a willingness to go out and get dirty.

Fie knew all this. It was such a terrible idea to even consider.

...Which was why she was still wondering what possessed her to actually accept the request.

Instead the girl simply let out a tired sigh as she continued walking through the empty campus. Her job was to play the role of the wary target – something which was easy to play when that was exactly what she was. Meanwhile Maya was... somewhere. Fie probably wouldn't know where she was until the other girl took her shot.

“Maybe I should learn some regional specialties? Maybe Tita can show me a dish from Liberl if I ask her...? I bet she knows some amazing dessert recipes.”

Was she talking to herself? Yes. But she actually had a purpose to it.

Because this was as much a training lesson as it was an exercise, both the sniper and the victim had an active ARCUS call going on. Even if Fie couldn't see Maya she could still talk to her so she could give advice or critique as needed. Right now wasn't the time for advice or critique, but it was a distraction.

Any sniper worth their salt could focus through a little distraction, and while her attempts were relatively juvenile she knew just how distracted the sniper could get from a food discussion...

Bang!

Instinctively she rolled away, avoiding the round by a few rege. It was a good shot, all things considered. Just like during the exercise a few days prior the sharp jaeger immediately sought out where the shot came from, something which didn't take long at all.

It had to have been from the roof of the train platform.

Immediately Fie broke into a sprint, firing a few covering shots in that direction out of reflex. There was little chance she would hit the concealed sniper, but anything that could buy her time was a win in her books. Maya had two options in this scenario – she could relocate, or she could double down and take another shot.

Bang!

Maya chose the latter. While Fie didn't consider it to be the wrong option in a vacuum, given the current circumstance it felt like a mistake to her. Now she was all but certain exactly where Maya was, and the black-haired girl was not going to get the luxury of a third shot.

Crossing the field at a full sprint took a matter of seconds. The sniper probably thought she had more time to work with from her rooftop position as she didn't immediately react. But Fie had a secret weapon to ensure her victory.

Once again it was up to her trusty old grappling hook to save the day.

It boggled her mind that so few people used such a useful tool. It was so handy! Sure some might consider it dangerous to use so hastily in the dead of night, but such trivialities never stopped her before.

In an odd coincidence she landed on the roof mere arge away from her target. Maya could only blink owlishly at her appearance before slowly raising her arms in the universal gesture for surrender. Point to Fie.

“Well...” She spoke even after Maya left her vision, knowing it would transmit through the ARCUS, “Roofs are obviously good spots for snipers, but they also have the drawback of making you predictable and slowing down your ability to relocate. Army snipers can usually minimize that by having a dedicated spotter and a squad of soldiers to intercept the enemy if they get close, but jaegers don't usually have that luxury. When you're playing solo try to stay mobile and keep an avenue of escape available to you at all times.”

“...Understood.”

With her criticism provided Fie settled down to wait for Maya to find a new position. Sure she could have struck quickly and tested her friend's ability to respond to an unexpected assault, but this was probably the better way for now. In a way it was like the two of them were playing a game of hide and seek across the campus, albeit one with guns.

Guns were the best way to play that children's game, in her honest opinions.

After four more runs of their little game Fie was ready to call it quits. Thankfully Maya seemed to understand that as she put away her rifle, “How was it?” The quiet girl asked at last.

“Not bad at all. Outside of the earlier suggestion at improving your mobility the only other thing I noticed was that your accuracy seems to fall off a lot when I'm moving at full speed.”

“Yes. I've noticed that as well.” Her friend agreed as the two began the long trek back to the dorms. “Sidney usually manages to score higher than me against moving targets. It's... something I'm struggling to fix.”

Yeah. Fie wasn't a sniper, but she remembered listening to Xeno talk about his similar struggles. Moving targets were naturally harder to hit and only the most elite snipers could adjust to a quickly but erratically moving target. Not even Xeno could pull it off completely. Instead he had compensated for that weakness by-

Wait.

Oh, that could work.

Fie paused, causing Maya to do the same. The other girl tilted her head in confusion as she considered her words carefully.

“Tell me... have you considered learning how to use traps?”

Maya could only blink in confusion before adopting an interested look, “Tell me more.”

The rest of Class VIII felt chills go down their spines, although none could understand why at the time.

“Take this! Tempest Edge!”

Fie let out a rather uncool yelp as she was forced to abandon her plans of attack in order to dodge out of the way of Kurt's surprising onslaught. The deadly spinning slash he unleashed was an entirely new move from the Vander and would have done some real damage had she been just a little bit slower.

In fact it was a close enough thing that Fie had to resist the urge to look away from her opponent to make sure her uniform hadn't been sliced.

“When'd you learn that?” She asked even as she took the opportunity to lunge at the Vander in an attempt to catch him before he could recover.

Sadly he was just as swift with his recovery as he was his attack, “Just recently. I refuse to allow myself to remain behind you and Instructor Rean.”

“Heh? Is that so?” Truth be told, Fie was pretty impressed at how much Kurt had been improving since they started their occasional sparring sessions. The Vander probably didn't notice his own growth, but his strength and agility were a little better and his movements felt a lot more natural. Guy could start a dancing career if he ever got bored of fighting.

In her unbiased opinion Fie was certain that if both of them fought for real she still had a significant edge. Although Kurt did have a couple ranged slashes with his swords he was still primarily a melee fighter. Her edge at range was vast – something which grew even further if she brought some of her nastier tools into play.

But in a straight melee? Honestly she wasn't sure who held the advantage at this point. She was still confident in her speed and reflexes, naturally, but Kurt was no slouch in either of those categories, and more importantly was beginning to take advantage of the longer reach his twin blades held over her gunswords.

Her own pride wouldn't allow her to ever lose to Kurt, naturally, but his declaration was a lot closer than he probably realized.

At least in regards to her. As much as she hated to admit it Rean was still out of their reach – especially if he decided to bring his Spirit Unification into play.

“Well, well. Doesn't this look like a lot of fun?”

Fie rolled her eyes. Just great. Sure the campus training room was open to all, but they usually didn't have to deal with any distractions during their spars, and especially not from an annoyance like Ash.

Kurt looked just as annoyed as he let out a sigh before sheathing his blades. For a moment Fie considered punishing him for lowering his guard in the middle of a fight, but she'd forgive him this time. Ash's presence was enough to make anyone mess up.

Also of note was the fact Ash had his weapon in hand, “You here to train?”

“Hah!” The punk scoffed with a dangerous glint in his eyes, “Train? I'm here to fight.”

It didn't take someone as observant as Fie to notice he was staring directly at her when he said that, “Makes sense. Alright, have fun, Kurt.”

“Huh?”

“What!?”

“What?” She parroted with an innocent tilt of her head, “You didn't think I'd be the one fighting, did you?” Getting no answer she let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “Kurt, I've been training with you since Sutherland. You're basically my disciple at this point. Aren't challengers supposed to defeat the disciples before they're allowed to challenge the master?”

The blue-haired boy shot her the flattest stare possible. It was almost an Altina special, “That's not how it works... at all. And I have not, nor will I ever, consider myself to be your disciple. That honor is reserved solely for the masters of the Vander school.”

“Hey!” Ash interrupted with an annoyed shout, “We gonna fight or what?”

Truth be told fighting Ash actually sounded like it could be fun. The guy was undoubtedly strong and his unique weapon was more akin to something a jaeger would use. The only thing holder her back was the fact that doing so would mean giving Ash what he wanted.

And that went against all of Fie's morals.

“Did someone say a fight?”

Fie would have mocked Ash and Kurt for the way their faces rapidly paled, but she had a sinking feeling that she was in the same boat. What other reaction was even possible when standing in the door - massive sword held at the ready – was their principal, the Golden Rakshasa herself.

But unlike the two boys she was a little quicker on the uptake, “Y-Yeah. They were looking for a sparring partner 'cause I gotta leave. C-Club activities and all that, you know?”

It was a feeble excuse considering both Tita and Freddy has gone back to town the instant classes ended for the day, but she didn't give anyone the chance to call her out as she used what speed and agility she possessed to quickly slip past the terrifying woman and out of the room. Of course that wasn't nearly far enough to calm her down, so she kept running until she was out of the building completely.

Only then did she take the time to pause to recover her breath and calm her heartbeat. That was too close! She'd already been forced to fight such a hopeless battle once and was more than willing to never do so again.

Much to her surprise a minute later the door to the school opened and out ran a terrified looking Ash. Upon laying eyes on her her classmate altered his course to instead approach her, “What are you doing here?” Fie hissed to him.

“Same thing you're doing, obviously! Gave a bullshit excuse before running the hell away. Not letting that psychopath kick my ass again!”

Alright. That was fair. She could respect that he knew to run away.

But...

“Did we just leave Kurt to die?”

“Eh. Pretty Boy can handle himself... probably?”

Ash seemed pretty doubtful of his own words, and so was she. That being said... “Yeah. He'll be fine.”

With that she turned and began walking towards town in an attempt to put some further distance between herself and the spot of the crime they'd just committed, “...Let's never speak of this again.”

“Agreed.”

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“It needs to be delivered to the Imperial Museum by tonight.”

“Uh huh...”

“It's fragile, so be careful with it. The client won't pay me a single mira if it ends up busted!”

“Yup...”

“And don't open it, either! Neinvalli is all about client confidentiality and all that, so delivering an opened package would make me look bad!”

“Sure thing...”

“...Are you even listening to me?”

“Okay...”

“Stop that! Come here, Cerberus!”

Fie was broken from her blissful moment when the puppy she had been pampering freely let out a sad whine before heeding his master's command and trotting away from the jaeger. Fie couldn't help but glare fiercely at Jingo, “Why'd you do that?”

“Because you weren't listening to me! Plus, Cerberus is a guard dog in training! You can't just be standing around petting him when he has work to do.”

Fie very much begged to differ about that last bit, but for now she held her tongue. The first half, however? “Imperial Museum by tonight. Fragile, don't open.”

“Huh, alright. So you were paying attention. Not bad, Sylphid.” The tiny shop-keep nodded in respect before handing over a fairly large wrapped box, “Normally I'd use the Capua Delivery Service for this, but Mama wants it delivered quickly, so you'll have to do.”

Fie hadn't expected to be saddled with a delivery job after school that day, but she hadn't refused the surprise offer she got after stepping into Neinvalli either. It was a pretty good deal, all things considered. Deliver a simple package and she'd get access to some of Jingo's more quality wares at a greatly reduced price.

For a former killer for hire now trying to live on a student's stipend it was a great deal!

She was just about to leave the store with the box in hand when she paused. Was it just her or was there a ticking sound coming from her package? She looked back towards Jingo but the authoritative child had seemingly dismissed her in lieu of stocking a shelf.

Had she just given Fie a bomb to deliver?

It... probably wasn't a bomb. Sure Neinvalli dealt with some less than legal things, but delivering a live bomb was so far out of their usual work that she really wanted to dismiss the idea outright.

...But that ticking was actually kinda loud.

Deliver the box by the end of the night. That was what Jingo had said. Perhaps Fie should go a little quicker to make sure not only was the package delivered on time, but that she would be well away from the capital, just in case.

Decision made the speedy girl raced directly towards the train station. She had no idea what schedule they were running on that night, but if she was lucky she wouldn't be forced to wait around too long for the next train. The town was pretty busy at that hour as people got off work and students were returning to the dorm, but not wanting to be stuck answering questions when the train could be leaving soon she stealthily and deftly evaded each and every one of her them.

“...And where are you going?”

Correction. She stealthily and deftly evaded each and every one of them except for Rean. It was annoying how that guy was always able to find her when she didn't want to be found. With a frustrated groan she turned to the teacher, “To the capital. There's no rule against that, is there?”

“Well, no...” He answered unsurely, causing her to smirk victoriously, “...But you do know the next train headed that way is still an hour away, right?”

Her smirk fell. “Dammit!”

“Why are you going to Heimdallr anyways?”

She didn't need to tell him, but answering the question would be quicker than getting the guy to leave her alone, “Jingo hired me to deliver this package.” To reinforce the point she held said package up for his inspection.

“I hear ticking... Is that a bomb?”

“No!” She protested with little confidence, causing him to frown dubiously, “I-I mean... I don't think it is?”

Rean glanced between the package, her, and the nearby train station, “...Maybe you should stay off the train tonight.” Fie opened her mouth, ready to argue the point, but he spoke before she could, “If you promise to focus on your job and come right back I'll grant you permission to make use of one of the orbal bikes.”

“Wait, really!?” A slow nod was his only response. Fie couldn't help but feel a sense of giddiness at that offer. She was being permission to use the bike! With nobody to watch over her! This was insane! “Awesome! You're the best!”

“Haha... I think that's the first time you've ever said something nice about me.”

It was probably for the best that the elated girl barely heard her instructor as she set off towards the campus at an accelerated rate, because she would have been mortified at the slip of the tongue. How shameful.

Within a matter of minutes she was already at the school's hangar. Tita wasn't there, but that might have been for the best. Fie didn't need the distraction of a friend trying to socialize with her when the orbal bike was right there!

The excited girl was quick to grab one of the bikes before taking it out of the hangar, securing the box onto it, and mounted up. With a whoop of excitement she accelerated and began zooming across the academy field and out the gates. It was a good thing there was nobody on the path at that moment as she had no real urge to slow down to avoid them.

With Leeves in her rear the girl began the short trek to Heimdallr. As it was the end of the day and the capital roads were the busiest in Erebonia she encountered some traffic congestion, but one advantage of a bike over a car was that she was free to sway around traffic without losing any momentum. In a way the added vehicles created a fun little obstacle course for the former jaeger to navigate through en route to her destination.

Even though the bike had a far lower top speed than the train she still managed to reach the outskirts of the Vermillion capital in about the same amount of time the latter would have taken. Sadly, traffic inside the city was a lot thicker than the road to it, so this time she actually had to slow down. In fact, as soon as she reached the main street in the center of the city she found herself bringing the bike to a complete stop as a stray thought came to mind.

She... actually had no idea where she was going.

Sure she had been to Heimdallr a few times during her life, but what kind of girl goes to a place like this just to visit a museum of all places!? Not this kind of girl, that's for sure.

This left her with two options. The first – and the one she really wished she could do – was to cruise around the city until finding some sign of the place. From what she had heard the Imperial Museum was some big famous place, so it couldn't be that hard to find, right?

The only problem with that idea is Rean made a point of telling her to hurry back. Now while she fully intended to be a little loose with her interpretation of 'focusing on the mission', the time it would take to drive around the city would almost certainly go above and beyond whatever leeway Rean would allow her. She wasn't gonna lose her bike privileges over something as trivial as this!

That was unfortunate as it meant she had to rely on the second option – Ask for directions. It was the lame option and would make her look like some clueless tourist, but it was all she could do. Fie glanced around. It was a desperate hope, but maybe she could find someone who could give her directions without making a scene-

Fie blinked. Maybe the hope wasn't as desperate as she thought.

At a nearby food stall there was a pair of familiar faces. Elliot and Machias - Rean's old classmates and allies who had helped out a ton during their last couple field exercises.

Perfect.

They must have noticed her as she moved the bike onto the sidewalk near their position, as the two older boys approached. “Haha... When I heard a bike I thought it would be Rean, not one of his students. You're... Fie, right?” Asked a curious Elliot as she dismounted the bike.

“Uh huh.” She answered blandly.

“What are you doing-” Machias paused before straining his ears. He sent a suspicious glance towards the package in her hands, “Is that a bomb?!”

“Nope... At least I don't think it is?” Her answer did not appease the two boys at all, causing her to shrug a little. “Got a job to deliver this to the Imperial Museum. Dunno where it is, though.”

The musician made a noise of understanding, “That makes sense. You're on Vainqueur Street now, so to get to the Leica District where the museum is you'd need to head down the main thoroughfare until you take the third right turn, at which point you'd want to continue straight. The museum is past the music shop and the Vander training school, so just-”

“Uh...” Fie was sure she'd be able to find it eventually given that information, but her brain was not ready for all those directions.

Machias rolled his eyes, “Perhaps it'd be better if I showed you the way? I have nothing planned for this evening.” Elliot nodded his head in agreement, “That being said...”

He didn't finish his statement, but Fie could put two and two together. They were standing in line for food, after all. “Thanks a lot. And I don't mind waiting for you guys to finish.”

“Want to join us?” Fie's initial instincts were to refuse, but she hadn't eaten anything that evening. The student bit her lip in consideration... “...I'll pay.”

“Sure. Why not?”

“...I don't believe you've met him yet, but he might be the most self-centered egotistical jerk in all of Erebonia. By the Goddess I can't stand that guy.”

“Machias says that, but I don't think anybody was more worried about Jusis when we were all separated at the start of the war than he was.”

“Hey!”

“I mean I can't really blame you after Jusis went through all the effort of rescuing you during your field study in Bareahard...”

“As if! It was Emma's magic that got them through the doors and Rean did most of the heavy fighting! Albarea was just along for the ride!”

Fie wasn't fully sure how it happened. She had been expecting a quick meal from a somewhat decent food stall before the three of them departed to the Imperial Museum to complete her request. Instead they had spent over an hour sitting at one of the nearby tables.

It had started innocently enough with Elliot asking her a couple questions about her Class VII and Rean as a teacher, which she answered succinctly enough. Then things began to change when the two started sharing their own Class VII experiences with the girl. Not the bland heroic stories that she was expecting from Erebonia's most famous class, either, but the embarrassing stories that would make Rean and the rest of his classmates blanch in horror.

Oh how she was looking forward to sharing them with Juna and the rest as soon as she got back to the school.

The seventeen year old let out a yawn. It was still early in the evening, but sitting at a table under the summer heat after having eaten a rather filling meal?

She couldn't be blamed if her eyes were getting a little droopy, right?

Elliot must have noticed as he shot her a sympathetic glance, “I think we're all finished eating, yes? Wanna head to the museum now?”

Fie nodded and gave a little stretch while listening to the ambiance of Heimdallr. Erebonia's largest city was arguably its nosiest, too. From the ongoing conversations of dozens of people at once, to the sounds of a musician playing at the street corner, to the thrum of an orbal bike roaring to life-

Wait, what!?

Drowsiness faded instantly as that last noise filtered into her brain. Orbal bikes were still really uncommon on the streets. She hadn't seen a single one during her time in the capital. So why was she hearing one unless...

“That asshole's stealing my bike!”

Righteous fury filled her chest as she watched some guy sit himself on her bike. She was quick to leap to her feet – and out of the corner of her eye noticed Machias and Elliot doing the same – before rushing towards the thievery in progress. Sadly, for all of her speed she wasn't fast enough to cross the crowded street before the thief noticed her, sent her a mocking wave, and sped the bike down the street and out of her sight.

“Dammit!”

She considered chasing after him, but a gentle hand on her shoulder held her back. Turning she saw Elliot give her a shake of his head, “We'll never be able to catch up to him on foot like that, but that doesn't mean we can't catch him.”

“Yeah. Elliot and I know Heimdallr like the back of our hands. Come on!” Machias didn't need to tell her to get moving as she was already chomping at the bit. Sure she doubted the school would hold her responsible for the bike getting stolen, especially if the original Class VII provided their testimony, but she was sure that an incident like this would prevent her from ever having the freedom to take the bike on her own again.

Absolutely unacceptable.

“He went east. Given how few bikes are in Heimdallr he should know he sticks out like a sore thumb and will probably try to leave the city.” Elliot surmised as he led the trio down some back street that Fie'd never been on before.

“Right.” Machias agreed before taking out his ARCUS, “I'm going to contact the authorities. I doubt they'll hunt him down, but at the very least the RMP should secure the exits to the city. As long as the bike remains in Heimdallr we can find it.”

Moving away from her target at the pace of these two older boys was not Fie's style at all, but she did her best to reign herself in. Even if these guys didn't look like much they were still members of the Old Class VII. If they were capable of standing alongside the likes of Rean and Laura than the aggressive girl really should allow them to take the lead, especially as they knew this massive city far more than she would ever.

Of course that didn't mean she had to like it, “Can't you guys go any faster!?” She hissed to Elliot since Machias was already in hushed conversation with someone on the other end of his connection.

“Haha...” Elliot didn't seem to mind her irritation one bit, “You really like to move full tempo, don't you? I can't say I blame you right now, but you gotta find your rhythm for something like this. Charging in blindly won't do us any good. We'll find it, I promise.”

Fie rolled her eyes, “You really are a musician, aren't you? How many music puns was that, anyways?”

This time Elliot couldn't help but flush a little as he rubbed his neck sheepishly, “Did I? Oops. Bad habit, I guess. I guess a lot of my classmates were like that too, now that I think about it, but with swords and the wind instead...”

Swords definitely sounded like Laura. Possibly Rean? Wind, though? That was a weird one.

“Alright.” Machias reentered the conversation as his call ended, “Luckily I was able to get into contact with Captain Engels. He's agreed to pass on the word to all the RMP and guards in the capital. He promised to call me back as soon as the bike is spotted.”

“Cool.” Normally Fie didn't place much faith in the rank and file, but in a city of around a million people she couldn't deny that they would be a lot more effective at this than her group of three would, assuming that their target was a rank amateur and not a professional, at least.

If the guy who stole her bike was a professional jaeger or someone infamous like the legendary Phantom Thief B than she was screwed. Best to not think about that possibility.

“We should wait at Mater Park.” The musician suggested, causing Machias to nod in agreement. Since she probably looked a lot more dubious he quickly elaborated, “Mater Park is placed right between the port and the residential districts on this side of Heimdallr. Waiting there will allow us to respond quickly in any direction, or we might just get lucky and spot him passing by regardless.”

“Plus it's a pretty major hub for the trams. I don't know about you, but I'm not usually in the mood to run around the capital all day.”

“Wouldn't bother me much.” Despite her words she grudgingly acquiesced to their suggestion. Waiting around when her target was on the run with her bike wasn't exactly her forte, but all in all it wasn't that much different from a scouting mission on the battlefield.

Wait for the enemy to make the first move before striking back with overwhelming force. She could vibe with that idea.

The walk to the park was a quiet affair, which irked the student as she was waiting very impatiently for someone's ARCUS to ring to break the monotony with some good news. At least the distance they had to walk wasn't particularly far and before long they had reached Mater Park. An island of green in the middle of one of the continent's largest urban jungles. Given the late hour it was fairly deserted, which only added to the peaceful feeling of the park.

“Doesn't this remind you of something?” Elliot asked his partner as they took a seat at one of the available benches.

“Haha, yeah. Two years ago, right?” Machias turned his focus to her before elaborating, “Rean, Laura, Elliot and myself were tasked with patrolling this side of Heimdallr during the Summer Festival. A good thing too as terrorists ended up attacking this very park and hurting my dad. Luckily we were able to stop them from abducting the princess and Rean's sister.”

“Wait, seriously? How'd that happen?”

Whatever answer she was expecting never came as at that moment Machias' orbment began to ring. The bespectacled inspectorate was quick to answer, “Hello?” She couldn't hear what was coming from the other side of the conversation, but it must have been important as his eyes widened before he shot to his feet, “He is? Alright, we're on our way!”

Once he ended the call he elaborated for her and Elliot, “Our thief was stopped trying to exit at the east gate, as we expected. Before the RMP could detain him he took off towards the port. We should have a few minutes before he arrives.”

“Can we make it in time?” Fie asked impatiently.

“Definitely. The port is just a few blocks over.” The musician answered positively, “And look! That tram parked right there will be going straight to the port. We should hurry and get on!”

Fie felt more confident in her speed on foot when compared to a slow moving tram, but if the older boys were right then they had plenty of time. Best to arrive fresh and ready to go.

Luckily they had remarkably good luck on their side, as within a few seconds of them getting on board the vehicle it spurred to life. Like Elliot said, the trip itself was really short and within two minutes the tram came to a stop at its destination. The smell of the ocean greeted the three of them as they quickly brushed past a few slow moving civilians in order to get off the tram as soon as possible.

This time Fie didn't wait for the others. Their experience and knowledge of the city had proven useful, but now was the time for her brand of action. Even if she wasn't as familiar with the city as the others she quickly picked out which road would lead towards the east exit. That was where her target would be arriving from.

And that was where she set her ambush.

It wasn't much of an ambush, in all honesty, as she wanted to be seen. Hopefully the thief would realize the heist was a bust once he saw the person he stole from and would surrender peacefully...

Of course the guy could always not do that, but she was prepared for that outcome too.

It was just a few minutes later when the telltale sound of her bike sounded down the evening street. Even in the dimming light of the evening sky Fie could easily make out the vehicle as it rounded the corner. The guy driving it looked panicked, as if he was starting to realize that trying to steal someone's bike in the middle of an extremely large and militarized city was a terrible terrible idea.

Perfect.

With no vehicle between her and her target Fie ran into the middle of the road before holding out her arms in the universal gesture to stop. If the thief had good sense he'd follow her instructions-

“Out of the way, girlie!”

Fie sighed. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. At least the bike slowed a bit as the thief tried to wave her out of the road. She wasn't sure if he intended to swerve past her or was just gonna run the student over, but she wasn't prepared to wait around and find out.

If diplomacy failed, then Plan B was a friendly little warning. Said warning came in the form of her gunblades, which she quickly took aim of before feathering the trigger lightly. Naturally she wasn't aiming to hit him – or more importantly her bike – but a few warning shots at the ground in front of the bike should get the job done, right?

Fie casually ignored the panicked screams of a few nearby bystanders as she waited to see if her efforts bore fruit. Sadly for her it seemed the jerk who stole her bike was either a little braver or stupider than what she had expected, as instead of slamming the breaks to avoid the barrage of bullets he swerved dangerously away from her.

Fie sighed again. Time for Plan C. The plan that would guarantee success, but would come at the cost of one of her precious flash bangs. As the now dangerously swerving bike got closer the former jaeger pulled out one of her tools, pulled the pin, held it for two seconds, and threw it straight at the bike.

One of the perks of spending much of her childhood playing with dangerous tools like grenades was that she was pretty resistant to their effects. It took only a handful of seconds to blink away the effects of the flash enough for her to survey the effects of her attack.

It was a good thing the bike had been moving a lot slower after her previous efforts, as it seemed the thief lost control completely after that final move before falling off the bike. Fie frowned. Hopefully her bike was unharmed.

Ignoring the jerk who was responsible for this whole mess she hurriedly approached her vehicle before letting out a sigh of relief. Save for a few scratches and small dents it seemed alright. She'd have to buy Tita something special from Recette to make up for the extra work she was foisting on her friend, but that was a small price to pay.

“Seriously, Fie?”

She rolled her eyes as she turned to the two members of the Original Class VII who had finally caught up to her. Machias looked peeved for some reason, “What? I stopped the thief, didn't I? And nobody got hurt!”

“I think he's upset that you opened fire in the middle of the capital...”

Oh. Now that she had time to stop and think, Elliot's words made sense. That... probably hadn't been a smart thing to do, had it?

That thought was confirmed a few minutes later when a pair of guards approached her, weapons at the ready.

“...I'm honestly surprised they let us go with just a warning.”

Fie rolled her eyes at Elliot's surprise, “Maybe they felt guilty that we're doing their jobs for them.”

“I seriously doubt that.” Leave it to Machias to be a complete killjoy, “Pretty sure they were going to take us in until they heard we were Class VII. Having a famous musician in the group certainly helped, too.”

“Says the son of the Imperial Governor...”

The silver-haired student tuned out her predecessors as she instead looked to the sky before grimacing. Between the time spent chasing the thief and the hour or so they were dealing with the officials it was already dark out. There was no way she was getting back to school without being questioned by Rean.

And more importantly... “Is the museum even still open?”

“Honestly... I don't have a clue.” Machias' response did not instill confidence. “Normally it isn't, but they tend to stay open later in the summer. If we're lucky we can still make it.”

Fortunately for her the package she was carrying seemed to have made it through the ordeal intact, at least if the ominous ticking was any indication. That meant it wasn't a bomb as an explosive probably would have detonated in her face by now after all that running around!

...Probably.

One truly annoying thing about the entire situation was that despite having retrieved her bike she couldn't actually use it, as without a sidecar she couldn't carry both boys with her, and neither of them wanted to be left behind. Instead she was forced to leave it behind – in a secure garage this time – while the three of them made the trip on tram.

But now they were finally reaching the end of their journey, “I really like that music shop.” Elliot stated as they passed a building, “Oh and that fishing shop is supposedly really famous with anglers!” Mental note – check out the fishing shop at some point.

“One of your classmates is a Vander, correct?” At her confused nod Machias pointed towards a large building off to the side, “That's the Vander's primary training hall. I suspect that is where his family would be.”

Huh. That was Kurt's home? Good to know.

Finally, mercifully, the trio arrived at a massive building at the end of the street. Fie didn't need to see the sign to know that this place was her final destination. There was only one problem... “It's closed.”

Hell no. She wasn't about to fail her mission just because the stupid museum decided to close before she arrived. The lights were still on so she ran up to the door before knocking harshly.

“Sorry! We're closed!” Came the female voice from inside, “Come back tomorrow!”

Fine. Being polite failed. Time to threaten the person inside with the promise of explosives to blow the door open-

“Dorothee! Let us in! You owe me for using my likeness in one of your books alongside a character with an uncanny resemblance to Albarea!”

Fie blinked in surprise at Machias' outburst. The hell?

That being said, oddity aside it proved effective as after a brief pause the door opened, “H-Hey Machias.” The bespectacled woman nervously greeted, “Elliot too! And, um...”

“She's Fie. One of Rean's students.” Why Elliot chose to answer for her she wouldn't know, but whatever.

“Really? Well hello there, I'm Dorothee. I went to school alongside your teacher and these two.” For some reason the woman was all smiles, “What can I do for you?”

“Um... Here.” Fie handed the package over.

Mission complete.

“Oh! Is this the package Neinvalli was sending us?” At the student's nod Dorothee brightened, “Great! We were starting to think it had been delayed!”

The woman took the package before returning inside the museum. The three members of Class VII shared a glance, “So what exactly is it?”

“Is it a bomb?” Elliot continued after Machias' question.

“Huh? A bomb?” The museum operator seemed confused, “Not at all. Here, let me show you.” The three followed her into a backroom in the museum. Setting the package on the table she unwrapped it. The mystery of the ticking package was at last revealed...

“...A clock?”

Wow. What a letdown. Sure Fie didn't want it to actually be a bomb, but she was hoping it could have been something cool.

“Not just any clock,” Dorothee corrected, “But a clock that predates modern civilization. Actually, the professor thinks it might be an unknown artifact.”

Fie paled before taking a hasty step back. Sure she had wanted it to be something interesting, but an artifact!? Boss had mentioned them to her a few times when she was a kid. Artifacts were crazy and dangerous enough to make even the fearless Jaeger King a little nervous. To think she had carried it around all night...

A bomb would have been a lot safer!

An exhausted Fie grimaced as she beheld her dorm. By the time she had arrived back at Leeves and returned the bike to the hangar it was well after midnight. She was definitely gonna get an earful in the morning.

At least she had completed her mission. Even if the girl was no longer a jaeger she still had the pride that came from being one. Completing her contract was a source of pride to the lithe warrior.

And as an added bonus Dorothee even gave her a signed copy of a book she wrote. While Fie was no fan of reading the pale traumatized expression Machias wore when the book was revealed was enough to make her a little curious. Plus she felt like she had heard mention of these books before.

From Maya, maybe...?

Either way, as she returned to the dorm she did so with a book in hand. Jingo was probably asleep so she'd have to stop in in the morning to report her success, but that was fine with the former jaeger. Right now all she wanted to do was sneak into her room and go to sleep without anyone noticing.

So when Fie opened the door to see a light on and her instructor sitting at the table she knew she was screwed. “H-Hey, Instructor Rean. W-What are you doing here?”

Said teacher rose from his seat before giving a stretch. How long had he been there anyways? “I was waiting on you, naturally.”

“O-Oh.” He didn't seem angry. That was a good thing, right? Best not to press her luck, “Sorry about that. I encountered some... complications during my trip.”

“I know.” He held up his ARCUS, “Elliot called me a little while ago and explained everything. A thief, huh?”

Fie exhaled. Rean trusted Elliot, so the musician telling him everything probably put her in the clear, “Yeah, it was a wild night. Well then. I'll just be going to bed-”

“He also told me about how you caused a panic in the capital by firing your guns and throwing a grenade in public before getting arrested.”

Crap! Fie let out a nervous laugh as she wracked her brain for an excuse, “U-Um... I think Elliot was exaggerating a bit...”

“Possibly.” Surprisingly her teacher agreed with her, “Elliot can be like that at times. Still... I'm planning on talking to the principal and Instructor Randy about adding a class to the curriculum about the proper rules of engagement in a populated area. When that happens you're going to volunteer yourself each and every time we call upon a student to assist. Am I understood?”

“Y-Yes sir.” Despite the fact his calm expression seemed unchanged Rean looked awfully scary at that moment.

“Good.” Her teacher's horrifying visage faded away, “Now I'd strongly advise you to go straight to bed. Good night.”

She nodded hastily, “Y-Yeah. Got it.”

Chapter Text

“...And I'll end my turn by deploying my Regna-Crois, which has flying so I'll use it to obliterate your D-Arma!” Juna crowed happily, “You have no way of stopping my awesome Natial with your wimpy creatures! Victory will be mine!”

“Well, nice job jinxing yourself.” Fie responded blithely even as both girls waited for Juna's opponent to move. “Just wait for it.... Yep. There it is.”

The 'it' which she was speaking of was the slight upturn of Musse's smile as she drew her card. The former Zephyr member sorely wished she had a snack to enjoy while watching the spectacle of the card game – Juna's rapidly paling face was priceless.

Ah well. Something to remember for the next time. As long as Musse was tormenting someone else then it was pretty fun to watch her in action.

“Oh my. How ever shall my poor little Requs stop your big bad Regna-Crois? Hmm... Well maybe if I use these two Uptides I possess to buff them up and deal damage to you?”

Regna-Crois had seven health. Two Uptides reduced it to five. Each Requ had three attack after the buffs. The moment Juna finished doing the math in her head was the same moment she let out a long-suffering groan.

“And of course thanks to the sacrifice of my brave Natials I am free to draw two more cards. And one of them just so happens to be this Greon-”

“W-Wait!” Juna protested immediately, “You don't have the mana to summon that!” Despite herself Fie found herself bobbing her head in agreement. But contrary to her friend who showed a look of relief, she found herself holding her breath. Just what was Musse about to do now...?

“Why yes, you are indeed correct. It is fortunate then that I also possess a Reduce card in my hand, isn't it?”

Yep. There it was. With that card Musse had just enough mana to pull it off. And given the Greon could attack immediately on the turn it was summoned...

Juna's head slammed into the table, “It's not fair! You must be cheating!”

“I've been watching her the entire game.” Fie admitted, “Either she's found a way to cheat without me noticing...” Something which Sylphid doubted very badly, “...or she's somehow doing all this without cheating at all.”

Now that was a scary thought.

“It's not that complicated.” The mint-haired girl in question responded with a teasing smile, “One just needs to keep track of every card that has been played until that point. Once that's done it's a trivial affair to create a different strategy for as many of the remaining cards in my deck as possible.”

The silver-haired girl rolled her eyes. If Musse wanted to keep her secrets that was fine with her, but did she really expect them to believe such a crazy method as that? There was no way Musse could keep track of all the possible cards and create different strategies for all of them! It was simply impossible!

“Think what you will....” The brilliant girl gave a smile that was far too innocent as she gazed knowingly at Fie, “but I must bid you all farewell. We're having a very special tea ceremony today and I'm hopeful I can convince Instructor Rean to join us~”

“Ugh... Why does she always have to be so weird!?” Fie could only nod her agreement, “Ah well. She's right, though. I need to go change and get ready for-”

“Juna!” Both girls blinked as a newcomer arrived. Fie recognized her as Juna's tennis club member... Louise? “There's no practice today.” The girl announced with a heavy frown marring her expression.

Needless to say such a declaration caused the pink-haired girl no amount of confusion, “What? Why?”

“Jessica hurt herself while doing spear training.”

“What!? Is she alright!?”

Louise nodded her head, “Linde doesn't think it's too bad, but she wants her to avoid putting weight on her foot as much as possible for the next few days.”

Juna's relief was palpable, “W-Well, that's good. Still... We have an exhibition match against that school next week, don't we?”

“I'm confused.” Fie probably should have kept her mouth shut, but curiosity compelled her onward, “Don't you usually play singles? Can't the two of you practice without her?”

“Well, we could.” Louise answered, “But we like to keep rotating players between matches so everyone remains fresh.”

That made sense to Fie. She nodded her head and was about to separate herself from the two, but before she could she noticed Juna was staring rather intently at her, “Uh...?”

“...I have an idea.” Her classmate said without ever breaking her gaze.

The Class IX girl glanced from Juna to Fie and back, before her face lit up in realization, “Oh! That's a good idea! Please help us, Fie!”

“Huh!?” They weren't suggesting what she thought they were, were they?

“Yeah! It's perfect! How about it, Fie? Want to play tennis for a couple days?”

“Aren't you forgetting one important thing?” The taciturn girl did her best to ignore the twin pleading looks, “I don't know how to play tennis, remember?”

And yet her valid argument was waved away by Juna with dismissive ease, “No worries! We can teach you. And with your natural agility I'm sure you'll pick it up in no time. It's not like you're doing anything right now, right?”

Wow. That was kinda rude. Just because the Cooking Club wasn't meeting that day didn't mean she wasn't busy. Did Juna ever consider that she might've already had plans, like maybe she wanted to study for the exams next month...?

Fie let out a sigh. She couldn't even make that lie with a straight face in the friendly confines of her own mind.

“Fine, I guess.” She conceded at last, “But if you laugh when I suck I will never forgive you!”

“We won't do that, I promise!”

Unlike Louise, Juna had a massive grin on her face, “Speak for yourself. It's going to be funny watching you mess things up for a change.”

Even as the bespectacled tennis player chastised her friend Fie was strongly reconsidering her decision. Instead she opted with the tried and true tactic of getting revenge via teasing, “You know, you've been a lot different since we got back from Crossbell. Sure it's a good thing you seem to be a lot happier and all, but did you have to become more annoying too?”

“What!?”

Fie raised a finger, “You've been smiling a lot more since we got back. Like, a lot. It's kinda creepy.” Second finger, “You have way more energy too. Stop it, it's exhausting to watch.” And a third finger, “And I don't think I've heard you complain about Erebonia once in the last week. Actually, that one might be a good thing because it was kinda annoying.”

“Hey!”

“She's right, you know.” Louise chimed in, “Well, I don't know about you being more annoying, per se, but you have definitely been a lot happier and more transparent.”

Juna let out a growl and stomped her foot, “Just because I haven't been talking about Erebonia as much doesn't mean my opinion hasn't changed! Kurt and Instructor Rean are still infuriating! As are you! And now Ash and Musse are in our class too!? This place sucks!”

After huffing for a moment to recover after the outburst the Crossbellian adopted a sly smirk on her face before pointing her finger, “And if I've become more annoying since the last field exercise than what does that make you?”

Fie – the target of said finger – could only blink in confusion, “Huh?”

“You used to act all cool and aloof, but now look at you! You're a lot more social, you laze about all day, and you follow Instructor Rean around waiting for him to pat you on the head. It's so weird!”

The silver-haired girl couldn't help but color slightly, “Stop making me sound like a cat!”

“Then stop acting like one, because right now I can't see much difference between you and Coppe besides the color of your fur! In fact I'd say you're more of a cat than Celine is!”

Fie glared back and was about to retort when Louise giggled, “I-I can kind of see the similarities.” The tennis player agreed, forever earning Fie's ire, “It's kind of funny, isn't it? She was such an intimidating individual until the news that you were a jaeger came out. You'd think that would make her even scarier, but I've heard nothing but good things from you and everyone else. They all say you're so friendly and helpful!”

Friendly and helpful? Had she really gotten that lame since arriving at Thors? No. Juna, Tita, Sandy, and everyone else were to blame for spreading stupid nasty rumors about her. They would need to be silenced before her reputation suffered further...

“...And plus!” Louise continued, oblivious to Fie's internal turmoil, “You bought me that Retro Mishy strap in Crossbell!”

“Nuh uh!” She protested immediately, “It was Rean who bought it using my discount! I definitely wouldn't have gotten it otherwise!”

Juna rolled her eyes, “Please. You whined about it, sure, but we all know if you'd really been against it Instructor Rean wouldn't have done it.”

“Hehe. Regardless of what you feel about the matter I'll continue to believe that you were the one responsible for it. So thank you, Fie.”

Despite herself the aloof girl couldn't help but blush. Getting praised so honestly like that from a near-complete stranger was way too weird for her! Why would Louise say such an embarrassing thing!?

...Fie did her best to ignore the small traitorous part of her that enjoyed the compliments. Helping people was not fun! That was the kind of stupid a bracer would do, not a cool former jaeger like herself!

“Are we gonna play tennis or not?” She groused in an attempt to change the subject away from the topic.

“Getting a little uncomfortable?” Her classmate teased. Juna was treading on thin ice even if the pink-haired girl didn't realize it, “But fine. If you want to be such a grouch about it we can get a move on.”

“Oh but we need to change into our tennis uniforms first.”

Louise's statement caused Fie to narrow her eyes in confusion, “But I don't-”

“It's fine, I've got a spare that should fit you. We're about the same size, I think.” Juna's smile grew a little sharper as her gaze drifted downwards a bit, “...Actually the shirt might be a little loose on you, since you're a little... lacking in certain areas.”

The silver-hair warrior stiffened. Thin ice? Juna had just fallen through the ice thanks to that last comment. She would pay dearly.

In hindsight maybe they were right about their previous conversation. The last couple months had somehow led to them all becoming a little more annoying. It was the only explanation for why Juna was making such comments.

And being more annoying was the only reasonable explanation for why Fie saw fit the need to smack her friend for that same comment.

Fie was giddy with anticipation.

The reason for that was because it was her favorite time of the day. That moment when they were in homeroom at the end of the day, mere moments away from dismissal and the freedom that came with it. Even better there were no club activities that evening so she was free to do whatever she wanted.

Maybe she could do some extra combat practice? A nap in a solitary location? Hang out with Tita? Play with Cerberus despite Jingo's protests?

Her options were limitless!

She just needed Rean to hurry up and dismiss them.

“...And one last thing before I let you go.” Hurray, he was nearing the end of his daily speech. Just one more message and freedom awaited her! “Chief Instructor Michael is in the process of organizing extra school classes in order to assist any student wanting a little extra help before exams next month.”

Pffft. What a dumb idea. Who would ever willingly go to extra classes?

“...He has also approached the Principal with the idea of making those classes mandatory for any student currently failing any class or with an overall grade beneath an eighty percent. Thankfully none of you are failing, but Juna and Fie, you are both currently hovering around that line.”

Wait, what!?

“Huh!?” Seemed Juna was just as stunned as Fie was.

“Haha! Have fun with extra classes, morons!”

“Be quiet, Ash!” Rean's rare moment of sternness was lost on the former jaeger as she contemplated the terrible fate awaiting her. Her teacher must have noticed, however, as his expression softened as he looked towards the two girls, “...I shouldn't be telling you this, but we will be having a surprise quiz at the end of the week. A strong result there would be enough to keep you from needing to attend those classes.”

With his piece said Rean began approaching the door, but he paused before exiting, “As always my door is open to you should you want a tutor, but I would recommend looking to your classmates for assistance. Class VII is filled with many talented people, after all, and I know you would all look out for each other.”

With that Fie could only stare in stunned silence as he exited the room. Slowly she began to gather her thoughts.

If she wanted to escape her terrible fate then she would need to study hard to pass the upcoming quiz. That was a terrible fate, but it was one she could probably endure for a few days if it meant staving off an even worse fate.

“Kurt! Save me!” Juna managed to beat her to the punch as the terrified girl hastily rose from her seat to rush Class VII's swordsman student, “I don't want to have to take extra classes!”

“Um...” Fie didn't fail to notice how Kurt colored slightly as in her haste Juna got well inside his comfort zone, but she also noted how he didn't pull away either, “...I was planning on practicing my swordsmanship, but I suppose I can do that another time and help-”

“Yes! You're the best!”

The Vander let out an awkward cough as he rose to his feet and away from the exuberant girl, “W-Well. Shall we get started right away? Given what I've seen in class I suspect you will need help in a myriad subjects.” It was only then that his gaze met Fie's causing his to widen in surprise, “O-Oh, Fie! Did you want my assistance too?”

She couldn't help but stare at the boy with a complete deadpan. On paper Kurt would definitely be the ideal choice. He was one of the smartest people in class and the one least likely to drive her insane in the process.

“And get in the way of whatever that was? No thanks. My grades aren't so bad that I'm in the mood to be the third wheel today.”

At least she got the satisfaction of watching the two of them blush at the insinuation, which wasn't helped by the barely concealed laughter of the silently observing peanut gallery – minus Altina, naturally, “I-It's not like that!” Juna protested quickly, “I just... Hurry up, Kurt. I want to get this done as quickly as possible!”

With that feeble attempt at a deflection out of the way the Crossbellian stormed her way through the door and out of the class. With a tired sigh Kurt followed suit. It wasn't until both of them were gone that Fie decided to break the silence, “Well... That was something.”

But as funny as that was it meant her best option for tutoring was gone. Since she absolutely refused to turn to Rean for help again her options were sorely limited. Without thinking she let her gaze drift to the person standing closest to the door her friends had just left from.

“Nope. I'm a busy man who doesn't have time to study with a dumb jaeger. Have fun with your remedial class!”

Of course that person being Ash meant they were naturally no help. Not that Fie expected anything else nor had she even considered asking the guy, but the taunt did sting a little. The silver-haired girl made a mental note to get revenge for that comment at some point.

That just left two. Of the two Fie knew who she would prefer to spend time with.

Altina stiffened slightly under her hopeful gaze, “...If you require my assistance I would be willing to provide it, but I do not feel I am the best option for you. My grades are only slightly higher than yours and I don't think I have the same aptitude for teaching that someone like Instructor Rean possesses.”

Honestly? That was fair. As much as Fie liked her youngest classmate she understood that spending time with Altina – while undoubtedly fun – would do little for her current plight.

Mentally Fie listed her as a 'maybe'.

Juna was an idiot, Kurt was a bust, Ash was a jerk, and Altina was unqualified. There goes four of her potential five options. That just left-

“Teeheehee.”

Nope. Nuh uh. No way. Maybe Altina's lack of social skills wouldn't be so bad. Or maybe she could swallow her pride and go to Rean? Or Tita! She was smart. Sure she had been pretty busy with soldat stuff the past week, but she would surely be willing to sacrifice her limited available free time to save Fie from this terrible fate-

“I would be more than willing to assist my dear classmate in overcoming her ordeal~” Came the sing-song voice of her most troublesome classmate.

It took great effort for her to resist the groan that threatened to burst forth, but she just managed to pull it off. A-As terrible as studying with Musse might be, she wasn't so inconsiderate as to pester her other friends when someone was freely offering their time. And at the end of the day the mint-haired witch was one of the smartest people she knew. I-If anyone could save her from needing to take remedial classes it would be Musse Egret.

“T-Thanks a lot, Musse. I r-really appreciate the h-help.”

“Oh joy! We're gonna have so much fun together! I'll come find you tonight and we'll study in the dorm, alright?”

“S-Sure! That sounds great!” Why did it feel like she was damning herself with each and every word she said?

Fie couldn't help but look towards Altina as the younger girl silently shook her head before sending a pitying look her way. M-Maybe she should have gone with her instead?

“With the uptick of cars and other personal vehicles the reformists in government forced through a law standardizing the rules of the road. That act was the-”

“Imperial Transportation Act, right?”

“Very good!” Musse clapped her hands in delight, “I honestly didn't think you'd know that one off the top of your head like that!”

Fie couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at the praise, “Well, I guess I've been paying a bit more attention to these things ever since we got the orbal bikes.”

And equally as important was the fact that as much as she hated to admit it, Musse was a damn good teacher. Despite being as intelligent as she was the mischievous girl had little difficulty in breaking things down to a level that Fie herself could understand easily. She wasn't even the least bit condescending about it, either!

“Teehee... I am quite glad to hear that. I must know, however, how do you think my private lessons compare to our beloved Instructor Rean?”

“...Huh?”

Musse rested her head on her hand with a dreamy smile on her face, “I was quite certain that you received private lessons during out first month. Was I mistaken?”

“Wha!? No! I mean... I-” Fie paused to compose herself, “...How did you know?”

One advantage her earlier self had over her current form was that because she held no attachment to anyone she was able to take those mandatory lessons with Rean without anyone caring about her lack of presence. Not even Juna had bothered to ask where she went those many long and painful nights, and she was Fie's roommate!

...Altina hadn't said anything either, but given her status as an intelligence agent she wouldn't be at all surprised to discover the younger girl actually did know, but she at least had the good sense to keep her mouth shut.

Musse let out a giggle at her discomfort, “It wasn't that hard to put the pieces together. A former jaeger, completely helpless and out of her depth in a new environment. There was no way you would have the foundational knowledge to survive in a school like this, but that didn't last long, did it?”

“Naturally something had to have changed for you to handle classes the way you did, but given your stoic nature I couldn't imagine you taking the initiative on your own. The only solution that came to my mind was that someone had forced you into changing, and the only ones with that authority were the faculty. While I am quite certain any of our teachers could have done the job, it was quite obvious to me that our dearly beloved Instructor Rean would have been the one to step up to rescue his poor pitiful overwhelmed student.”

Fie stared at the other girl for a very long moment before tiredly shaking her head, “Sometimes you really scare me. You know that?”

Musse only let out another giggle before tipping her head gratefully. Did she think Fie was only joking with her comment?

Well it wasn't a joke. She was dead serious. For some reason this overly cheerful girl stood among some of the most fierce jaegers and other psychopaths she had come across during her short but eventful life as a person to be wary of.

“So what was it like getting private lessons from Instructor Rean!? Did you go into his bedroom? I keep trying to slip into his room, but he's managed to catch me every time. Tell me what it's like!” Musse pleaded with a hopeful look on her face.

...In hindsight maybe Fie was wrong in her assessment of Musse. Maybe she wasn't someone to be wary of. How could someone this flaky and weird possibly be a threat?

“Why are you always so weird?”

The young genius let out a gasp, “Good heavens! Why would you say such a cruel thing about me?”

“Because it's true? Can't think of too many other students who are weirdly obsessed with our teacher like that. What even do you see in the guy?”

“Where do I even begin?” Musse asked before letting out a dreamy sigh, “Maybe it's because of his wondrous good looks?”

“...He looks like a dork with those fake glasses.”

“Or maybe it's because of his limitless kindness?”

“...He's a nuisance who won't ever leave me alone.”

“Perhaps it's the dashing figure he cuts as he takes charge and accepts no villainy? He doesn't even need his fancy title to be a hero in my books~”

“...We're definitely all going to die in battle at some point.”

“And what woman can't deny a man with such delicious looking muscles-”

“...He's a bit scrawny compared to most of the guys I used to know.”

“Ah... How I dream about the day when he pulls me tightly into those powerful arms before whispering sweet nothing in my ears. Then he will pull my clothes off, throw me onto his bed, and proceed to ravage me with his mighty-”

“Stop! Stooop!” A red-faced Fie couldn't help herself. She had been a jaeger for most of her life. Despite Boss and the others doing their best to keep her away from some of the more adult part of mercenary life she was no stranger to what jaegers did when they had time to kill and mira to burn. She was no stranger to what Musse was about to describe.

“Aww. I didn't know the big bad jaeger was so innocent!” Musse cooed, much to her annoyance.

“No, but the thought of you and Rean together like that is making me sick.”

“So innocent!”

The silver-haired girl paused to compose herself, lest she fall deeper and deeper into Musse's trap. Once again the other girl had managed to effectively tease her.

She had always considered herself to be so unflappable, so how come she was so powerless against the force of nature known as Musse Egret!?

“You are such a headache...” She groused while doing her best to stave off said migraine, “But you do know that there are a lot of far more talented and beautiful girls that are into Rean, right? Seems like all of his classmates have the hots for him.” Maybe not Millium, now that she thought about it more. She hadn't really been paying much attention at the time, but the little gremlin of the original Class VII might be the one exception.

For a moment Fie couldn't help but think about the woman that connected both her and her teacher to Thors. A drunken Sara had once proclaimed her undying love for older men, so obviously that meant she was excluded from the list... right?

“You are most certainly correct.” For some reason Musse didn't seem at all unhappy about that admission, “In fact I can guarantee that both Her Highness the Princess and his darling Elise both see Rean in a rather romantic light.”

“How would you even know about that...?” Come to think of it, hadn't both those highborn girls mentioned Musse during that meeting in Orchis Tower? Given everything that happened after that conversation had slipped Fie's mind, but this moment served as a sharp reminder.

“Every girl has to have her secrets.” Musse chided with a mysterious smile, only confirming to Fie that there was a greater mystery at play with this girl. Were Musse not such a menace to her maybe the former jaeger would have used her Sylphid skills to do a little extra investigative work.

Instead she just shook her head to focus on the painfully annoying present, “So why bother if you know there is already so much competition?”

The mint-haired devil let out a cheerful giggle, “You should know the answer to that already. Doesn't victory taste better when you overcome a tough obstacle? To know that I prevailed in a battle of womanly charm against some of Erebonia's most famous up and comers. To claim the nation's greatest hero for myself...” She let out a dreamy sigh that unsettled Fie greatly.

“But you know what might be the most surprising thing I've calculated?” Musse asked after recomposing herself, “I am positive that my biggest competition won't be from any of them. Instead I think the most significant threats might be the girls who live in close proximity to him. The students who currently rely upon him the are the ones he will soon rely upon most in turn.”

That final part of Musse's statement would have raised an eyebrow had Fie not been so caught up on the rest of it, “Do you seriously believe the crazy stuff coming out of your mouth?”

“I do. Now that Juna's gotten over her stubborn hatred of Erebonia I am certain she will start to see our dear instructor in a new light.” Musse's eyes widened briefly before she adopted a more pensive expression, “Although maybe I can nip that threat in the bud with a little careful planning? Hmm...” After a few thoughtful seconds Fie's classmate lit up with joy, “I'm going to need your help with a plan soon enough.”

“Uhh...?”

Naturally the young noblewoman completely ignored Fie's confusion, “But it isn't just Juna I need to worry about, of course. There's one other girl in our class that I believe could be a dangerous opponent.”

Fie waited impatiently for Musse to clarify, but the other girl remained stubbornly silent. That being said, the way she was gazing across the table at the silver-haired girl with such intensity... “You don't mean me, do you?” An amused nod was her only response, “Are you completely delusional? Haven't you heard a single thing I've said about the guy?”

“Sure, sure.” Musse waved her off flippantly, “You say a lot of things, but that doesn't stop you from demanding affection from him. Do you know how many girls would love to get their head patted by our beloved Ashen Chevalier?”

“Uh...” Fie couldn't help but flush at the reminder. “T-Thats... That's not true! A-And even if it was, what about Altina!?”

Her protest was ineffective as Musse gave a disinterested shrug, “What about Altina? It's clear that even if she herself doesn't understand her own feelings that our teacher sees her more as a little sister or even a daughter figure.”

“W-Well...”

“Face it, Fie. You might claim otherwise, but to everyone else you appear as nothing more than a kitten who tries to act aloof and stubborn, but secretly craves affection and attention from their owner.”

T-That wasn't true at all! S-Sure she could see why others might see it like that, but she absolutely definitely with complete certainty had no ulterior motives with the way she acted.

And once again someone was comparing her to a cat. What was up with that!?

“Oh my, we seem to have gotten off track, haven't we?” Musse exclaimed as if nothing had happened, “Why don't we call it here for the night? You made good progress on your studies and I'm confident if we keep at it all week that you'll be more than prepared for the upcoming test. Good night, Fie.”

Fie could only sit there in stunned silence even after Musse had left. It took many minutes before her brain had rebooted enough to realize that Class VII's biggest headache had probably been messing with her. All it took was a few words from Musse to completely screw her mind up. And yet despite knowing that she still couldn't fully eliminate those crazy thoughts from her head!

Truly the most troublesome of opponents.

Fie let out a groan as she realized she was in for many more days of this late-night teasing. Maybe those remedial classes didn't sound so bad after all?

Chapter Text

“Good job, everybody. You all did well today and I...” Rean trailed off momentarily, “...What's wrong with her?”

Fie didn't need to look up from her current position of her face buried onto her desk to know the teacher was staring at her, “'Emtied. Lemmeloon.”

“Uh...?”

“I believe what Fie just attempted to say was that 'I'm tired. Leave me alone.', but the desk muffled her voice.”

“Huh. Thanks, Altina. I didn't know you had gotten so proficient at understanding her like that.”

Neither did Fie. She was quite impressed.

“I was not aware of it myself.” Altina admitted, making herself the third person, “I am unsure if this is a skill I should be cultivating, but I am glad this unexpected proficiency has proven useful.”

“Either way, I just got done talking with Instructor Michael. He was impressed at the unexpectedly high scores you all posted on that quiz.”

Fie couldn't help but perk up a bit as she raised her head to look at the teacher, “Does that mean I don't need to take those stupid extra classes?” A nod was his only response, “Yes! Freedom at last! No more late nights studying!”

“Woohoo!” Juna shouted in jubilation. “We did it!”

Rean rolled his eyes, “You do know this was just a practice quiz for the midterms that are next month, right? I can promise you that test will be a lot harder and longer than this one.” Suddenly Fie lost her spark of enthusiasm, “...In fact, now that I know the threat of extra classes is such an effective one I think I will keep it in place until those exams are finished. I expect to see you all putting forth a little extra effort until then.”

Fie's head made its glorious return to her desk with a resounding thud and accompanying groan, “...Wanacral holndie.”

“I believe she just said she wants to crawl into a hole and die.”

“...Thank you, Altina.”

“Don't worry, Fie! You made it this far so I'm sure with a little more effort you'll make it through the exams!”

The teacher let out a nervous laugh, “You're right, Juna. But please don't forget to heed that advise yourself.”

“I believe what our dear instructor is trying to say is that your score was lower than Fie's.” Musse added with a giggle.

The silver-hair girl perked up, “Wait, really?” She glanced between the sheepish looking Rean and the horrified Juna. A wide smile adorned her face as she stood from her seat and approached the Crossbellian before giving a gentle pat on the head, “There, there. It'll be alright. With my help I'm sure you can make it through these trying times.”

“Stop it!” The irate girl tried to swat Fie's hand away, but it was a simple enough attack to evade. That only served to make Juna madder, much to her amusement.

“Hot damn. Here I was thinking Jaeger was the biggest idiot but it's actually the Wild Filly. Do they even teach you anything in Crossbell?”

Juna muttered something towards Ash, but given it came out almost entirely as a growl it was completely indecipherable.

Fie turned towards Altina. So did Kurt, Musse, and Ash. In fact even Rean was looking at the tiny girl curiously.

For her part she merely blinked before giving a shrug, “...It appears I am not as proficient at understanding Juna.”

Fie needed a nap.

After a week of studying under Musse's obnoxious tutelage, playing Tennis with Juna's club, going on errands, and helping friends she was basically at her wit's end. That was far too much activity for someone as laid-back and unmotivated as she was supposed to be. School was supposed to be a time for her to laze around in between all the hectic field exercises. She needed a pause, and bad.

But she had already learned a very painful lesson about taking a nap out in the open. While no place was safe from the force of nature known as Aurelia Le Guin there were a few spots that could afford her at least some level of protection.

It was one of those places she went to now.

“...And that is why I need to lay low in here for a while.” She nodded sagely after explaining her situation to the person in charge of her sanctuary.

Tita giggled, “Musse really put you through the ringer, huh?”

“I still don't have a clue how you're able to survive having her as a roommate. Plus with all the stuff you get to do in here... I'm a little jealous, actually.”

“Haha...” This time the engineer's laugh was a little more nervous, “I have a lot of help, thankfully. A few other students have been helping out around here lately. And having Mint working here has been an absolute gift from Aidios!”

Fie couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about that statement. The reason why? “You mean the same Mint that's about to fall off that soldat?”

“Eh?” Tita didn't seem to comprehend her words initially, but one glance behind her into the hangar was enough to put all the pieces in place, “Be careful, Mint!”

“Huh?” Mint – who had been balancing dangerously on one of the Drakkhen's legs – turned at the source of the cry. Naturally, between the girl's awkward position and clumsy nature... “W-Woah!?”

Fie watched with quiet amusement as the girl began swaying dangerously. In a panic she tried to right herself, but over-corrected badly and toppled off the machine. The height of the fall wasn't too bad, but given the hard surface of the floor it was a painful landing.

Or at least it would have been had Tita not shown a surprising amount of speed as she crossed the floor in time to halt Mint's fall with her own body. The two girls fell to the ground in a mostly painless but awkward pile of limbs.

“Heehee! Thanks, Tita! You really saved me there!”

Fie nodded even though neither of them could see her. Crisis averted.

...At least she thought that until a tool Mint had left sitting on the soldat decided that all that commotion was enough to jostle it over the edge...

“Owie!” ...Where gravity did the rest. Poor Mint. Some people were just cursed by nature.

“A-Are you alright?” A panicked Tita asked as she hastily freed herself and rose to her feet.

This time Fie chose to intervene as she approached the duo before checking out where the tool had hit the teary Mint, “Hmm... I don't think it's too bad, but you can never be too careful with a head injury. Want me to go get Linde?”

“N-Nah! It's fine!” Surprisingly Mint didn't seem too bothered by her accident as she rose to her feet, although one hand was held protectively over her bruised skull, “These things happen all the time!” The girl seemed to reconsider after taking a pair of shaky steps, “O-Okay. I'm a little dizzy. Sorry Drakky, but I'll finish your check-up later. Gonna go say hi to Linde now...”

Fie and Tita watched in silent confusion as the scatterbrained girl walked out of the hangar at a deliberately slow pace, “S-Should we follow her?” Fie asked nervously.

“I'm... not sure. This isn't the first time something like this has happened, but-”

“Fourth Disciple!” Came a cranky old voice from above, “What was that infernal racket!?”

“Uh... It's nothing major, professor! There was just an accident down here.”

“Makarov's girl, I assume. I don't get how anyone related to that man can be so...” Schmidt trailed off in exasperation. Fie couldn't help but find that amusing and well deserved, “Never mind that! Get up here, Fourth Disciple! The new soldats will be arriving in a few days! I need a status update from you right now!”

“U-Understood, professor!” Tita turned towards Fie with an apologetic smile, “Sorry about this. I'll be back soon, I promise.”

The Class VII girl blinked as her friend departed in a flustered rush, leaving her all alone in the hangar. Now would be the optimal time to find a peaceful place to relax, but curiosity halted her movements before they could even begin. It wasn't often the agile student found herself in a situation like this...

Curious eyes took in the hangar. The place had definitely seen better days with machine parts strewn about haphazardly, but that could easily be explained by the news they were in the midst of preparing for new soldats. That was definitely gonna be fun, but right now those giant machines weren't what caught her interest.

Instead she found herself approaching a much smaller but no less interesting machine near Tita's bench. It still didn't appear to be fully assembled, but it seemed her friend had been progressing on her personal project quite a lot. Unlike the soldats which were large enough to have an encased cockpit Tita's project seemed to serve more as a mechanical suit of armor.

Fie saw no harm in hopping into the cockpit, so she did just that. Considering Tita was designing it for herself it was no surprise she similarly sized girl found it to be a comfortable fit. While running around inside a massive armor like this thing wasn't exactly her style Fie couldn't help but wonder if Tita would let her take it out for a spin sometime.

Abandoning the creation her gaze soon found itself upon an object a lot smaller, but no less interesting. Fie bit her lip. She knew checking out that open letter on Tita's desk without permission would be a breech of privacy, but if the engineer didn't want it to be read she wouldn't have left it sitting out in the open like a beacon for curious students!

With that infallible logic in place she wasted no time in taking a seat at the desk before beginning to read.

It was a long letter and five minutes later she wasn't completely finished- “I'm back!” ...When Tita made her return.

“Um...” Fie couldn't have hidden her crime even if she wanted to, so instead she decided to just roll with it, “... Your mom is interesting.”

“O-Oh... You read that?” Tita didn't seem angry, but she did flush in embarrassment, “My mom can be a little overprotective at times.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Half the letter was Tita's mom writing about how much she missed the girl and wanted her to return to Liberl as soon as possible. It was a sign of how much her parents cared, but at the same time... “You aren't gonna leave, right?”

Luckily for her Tita shook her head, “I know mom's never agreed with my decision to come to Erebonia, but I won't be going back. Not until I've finished here. I miss her, but I'd also miss all the friends I've made since arriving here.”

“Good.” Fie nodded as she worked to keep her relief off her face, “If I'm stuck here then you're stuck here. If your mom comes and tries to take you away I'll scare her off.”

“Haha.... Good luck with that. My mom can be a little... extreme.”

“Is that why the entire second half of this letter is her making a bunch of kinda terrifying death threats against Agate?”

The young engineer glanced away nervously, “I-I'm sure she was just joking about that.”

“Really?” Fie glanced down at the letter in disbelief, “My dad was – or is still, I guess - one of the most fearless jaegers ever and I'm pretty sure some of these threats would even terrify him.”

“Now you're just being dramatic. Mom isn't that bad.”

“...I'll grind up his remains before tossing them into the ocean. Fisherman will be finding red in their catches for years to come” Fie read the passage in a completely flat voice.

“That's, um...”

She was still trying to defend the crazy? Fine, she had more ammo to work with, “...If you get even a single scratch I'll find that crimson bastard and-”

Fie was unable to finish reciting the line as a crimson-faced Tita hurriedly snatched the letter out of her hands, “A-Alright! I get it! Mom definitely blames Agate for me coming here. I keep trying to tell her it was my own decision, but she's always had a problem with him for some reason.”

“I wonder why.” The silver-hair girl drawled dryly, “Still... It's nice that you're getting letters from home.”

“Yeah!” Tita nodded happily, “Not just mom, either. Dad and Grandpa send letters every month, too. Even my friends in Liberl have sent me stuff. I've been wanting to send something back, but I'm not sure what to buy...”

“Oh, that's a good idea. Maybe I should do the same? I bet I could find something for Xeno and Leo. Boss too.”

The engineer seemed unsure, “Um, aren't they jaegers? How would that even work?”

Fie waved her off, “It's no big deal. I'm sure Jingo knows the arms dealers that Zephyr's been using in Erebonia. Might cost me a good chunk of mira, but I bet she'd deliver something from me to them if I asked.”

“I see...” Tita answered unsurely before brightening up, “I know! Why don't we go shopping on our next free day! I bet if we work together we'll find something good!”

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Fourth Disciple!” Came the same annoying voice from above, “Where are you?! It should not have taken you this long to retrieve the required paperwork!”

“S-Sorry, professor! I'll be right there!” The Liberlian looked sheepish, “...Oops.”

Once again Fie watched as the energetic girl got to work before running back towards Schmidt's office. This time, however, the jaeger didn't wait around.

Tita's creation might have been unfinished, but the seat was pretty comfortable. Perfect for a late afternoon nap.

“What's up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I think what Fie is trying to ask is that you've been in a rather pleasant mood all day. Dare I assume it has something to do with the letter you received?”

“How did you-” Juna shook her head. Fie could obviously guess what was going through her head. It was Musse. Of course the girl would somehow know, “Yeah. Ken and Nana wrote me a letter.” She let out an awkward laugh, “...Well, I mean mom probably did the actual writing since I could actually read it, but it was definitely in their words if you know what I mean.”

Fie rolled her eyes at the rambling girl as the three students continued their walk from the academy into town, “...And?”

“It's just like everyone said. With the crisis resolved things have returned to normal, or at least as normal as they can be. It seems like the Governor-General has relaxed a lot of the restrictions in the city.”

“Oh how wonderful!” Musse clapped her hands together cheerfully, “I only wish I had been placed in this class a few weeks prior so I could have met your family. I'm sure they are delightful people!”

“Uh...” Juna sent a pleading look towards Fie. Fie responded with a lazy shrug. She had no desire to deal with Musse in that instance. In fact she wasn't even sure how the three of them ended up together in the first place. The pinkette was on her own here, “...Yeah. Yeah they are.”

If Class VII's newest girl noticed the lame response she got she certainly didn't seem to show it, “Next time we visit your home you'll have to introduce me.” She let out a gasp, “Or maybe Instructor Rean can introduce me as the future Mrs. Schwarzer!?” The girl let out a giggle, but stopped when she noticed that someone wasn't alongside her anymore, “Fie?”

Even though Musse's response had been terrifying it wasn't what caused the silver-haired girl to halt. That honor belonged to the sight down the road and on the bridge. Although she didn't say anything her gaze was enough for Juna and Musse to follow.

Kurt and Altina were fishing on the bridge.

“Well that's an odd duo...” Juna mused aloud, “Let's go see what's up with them.”

The suggestion was a sensible one and so Fie hurried to catch up with the others. Both of their classmates must have noticed their approach, but neither of them seemed inclined to shift their focus away from the water.

“What are you doing?” A curious Juna asked once they reached the bridge.

“Isn't it obvious? We're fishing.” Altina answered blandly.

Fie couldn't help but snicker, “Ask a stupid question get a stupid answer.” Juna's scowl did nothing to reduce the humor of the scene.

“The reason we're fishing...” Boring old Kurt must have taken pity on the girl as he came to her rescue, “...We were walking back together when I spotted the silhouette of a rather massive fish in the water. She suggested we try and catch it, and I saw no reason to disagree.”

“I want us to catch it to impress Instructor Rean.”

“Aww. Isn't that adorable?” Musse cooed, causing Altina to color slightly.

Fie meanwhile found herself caught in a silent conversation with Juna. The pinkette was clearly looking to her for a decision to the question that was floating in both of their minds. Fishing did sound pretty fun, but did they have anything better to do that day? After briefly thinking about it she gave a lazy shrug, “Got room for two more?”

“Three, actually.”

That surprising announcement drew the attention of all four of Class VII's anglers, “You know how to fish, Musse?”

“Of course I do!” The mint-haired girl answered with a wide smile, “As soon as I discovered that Instructor Rean was a fan of the activity I made sure to teach myself. I am almost confident enough in my skills to suggest the two of us take a private fishing trip to the beaches near my home where we shall-”

Fie knew her... friend? Well enough to know that now was the time to tune out her speech since it was about to get weird. Given how rapidly the color was leaving the faces of Juna and Kurt she could only assume they had yet to build up the same level of Musse tolerance that she had. Altina she was unsure of, but the smallest member of Class VII had already returned her focus to the rod in her hands.

Hmm. Maybe she should seek out a new recipe to try soon? Sandy would definitely know something. Perhaps they could make something together using some of the stuff in the garden? A few of the vegetables were starting to look ripe and-

“Enough!” Oh good, Juna finally had enough of Musse's daydreams, “Can we just go get our rods before your insanity scares away the fish!?”

“Teeheehee. Very well. I will be glad to show you all how I handle a fishing rod, even if I am quite certain my rod cannot compare to Instructor Rean's-”

Fie groaned. Either that girl had the most one-track mind in history or she made a living out of annoying the hell out of her new classmates. Given her many unfortunate interactions with the girl she was fairly sure it was some combination of both.

A quick detour back to the dorms later and the three joined the other two in casting their lines into the water. True to form Musse had a rod of her own, and as much as Fie hated to admit it it was a damn good looking one. It was pretty easy to forget the annoying girl was a noble from a family that was probably stinking rich, but times like this served as a good reminder.

“Of course the one thing she'd splurge on is the chance to impress her 'beloved Instructor Rean.'” Fie muttered to herself as she made her first cast.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

After her near slip the group descended into a companionable silence. For some reason the simple act of fishing together as a class was surprisingly relaxing. Altina and Kurt were on one side of her while Juna and Musse stood opposite them. All five lines spread a fair distance apart in the water.

Having all of Class VII together like this was... nice.

Fie blinked, that wasn't quite true, was it? Even though their little fishing squad was up by one they had gained two members to their class, hadn't they? But it wasn't like she had any intention of inviting Ash to their next excursion-

“Seriously, you guys?!” Speak of the devil and he shall appear at the end of the bridge looking at them like they'd all grown second heads, “The hell are you doing?”

Fie glanced left. Fie glanced right. No words were said but the message was understood by all. The only question remaining was who would provide the answer, “We're fishing, obviously.”

Come to find out all of them spoke at once with some variation of the same tired phrase. Well, all except Musse who merely giggled in amusement.

“Wow. You're even answering in sync. How lame can you guys get?” The punk of Class VII deadpanned.

“Yeah, yeah. You're a cool dude. We all know it.” Juna muttered sarcastically, “Either go away or join us. We're trying to catch a giant fish.”

“Do you even know how to fish?” The only other male asked curiously.

Ash scoffed, “Of course I do. Not all of us come from fancy families like you. When you're living in a shit hole you gotta learn how to survive however possible.”

Despite herself Fie couldn't help but nod. Even in Zephyr more than a few veterans knew how to fish, hunt, or forage to get through those lean days. They never let her go with them so she never bothered to pick up those skills, something which the now former jaeger found herself regretting sorely during those years after Boss died.

“If you think you're so good why don't you prove it to us?” She asked at last, “Or are you just full of hot air?”

Was she goading him into joining them despite how annoying it would undoubtedly be? Probably. Even Altina was shooting her a dirty look for that. And yet she didn't feel too bad about it.

Ash was Class VII. Extending the invitation just felt right.

“Heh. Maybe I will?” The punk gave a cocky smirk before turning towards the town square.

“Ask for the Fie discount! I get free junk when people use it!”

Stupid Musse going out and buying her own fishing pole without taking advantage of her deal. Didn't she know what she was missing out on!?

After watching Ash make an obscene gesture before walking off the grumbling jaeger turned her attention back towards her friends, only to blink in confusion as all of them were staring at her, “...What?”

“The free junk you get for referring people...” Kurt answered for the group, “...is that why you pushed us all into buying our own rods?”

She gave a lazy shrug, “Maybe? Does it matter when you got a discount out of it?”

“Yes!” Juna's loud proclamation drew some ire. Sheepishly she quieted down, but her glare remained undeterred, “If I'd known I was taking part in some shady pyramid scheme involving you and the shop owner I'd have told you to shove your stupid discount! It wasn't even that much to begin with!”

Kurt nodded. Altina nodded. Musse just giggled, clearly finding the whole thing amusing.

As for Fie? “Oh well. Too late now. Thanks for providing me with a tuned gear.” To prove the point she began to reel in her line needlessly fast just to show she could, which caused Juna to growl angrily.

For a few minutes there was silence as the five students focused their efforts on finding and catching the illusive giant fish of which Altina spoke of. Although Fie didn't spot it, there were a couple instances where the water bubbled up unnaturally that led her to believe her friend hadn't been lying.

There was something in the water and she was more than willing to use her unfair rod advantage to catch it!

“Alright, losers. I'm back!”

She rolled her eyes. Just great. Now the loud one was back. And he had a pole in hand.

“Heh. Can't say I'm not surprised to see that none of you have caught the fish. Move over and let the expert show you how it's done!”

Once again Musse let out a giggle as she did as Ash asked, providing space for the tall boy to get involved. Fie glanced over to Juna before turning her head to lock eyes with Kurt and Altina. The message was clear:

None of them were about to allow the Class VII newbies to show them up. This was a mission they couldn't afford to lose.

Rean found himself resisting the urge to whistle a jaunty tune as he approached his favorite fishing spot in Leeves. Despite being entirely out of character for him it was a hard thing to resist as he was in such a good mood. There had been little work for the teachers to do that day so they were able to leave early, even if Randy did strong-arm both him and Towa into joining him for another drinking session that evening.

While it was something to look forward to he couldn't help but want to relax a little before dealing with his exuberant friend who got even wilder after downing a few drinks. So that meant it was time for Rean to do what he loved the most - fishing the afternoon away! It was summer and that meant some of Erebonia's most prodigious fish species should be in the water just waiting for him to reel them in!

His good mood improved even further when he heard the sound of familiar arguing as he neared the bridge. While arguing in itself wasn't a cause for celebration, he was fairly certain his kids were using the same playful argument that Machias and Jusis would always use after finally making up.

And among those voices was that of Ash and Musse! He was even more thrilled the newcomers were meshing so well with the others!

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived he was greeted by the sight of all six members of Class VII fishing together as one unit. Truly a sigh to behold. He wasn't surprised that Fie was the first to notice him, sharp as she always was, but the girl simply rolled her eyes before returning to the water. It was Kurt who noticed her glance that greeted the teacher, “Instructor Rean.”

“What are you...” A few of the students perked up, and he had a suspicion they were waiting for him to finish the question so they could pounce, “...trying to catch?” Yep. The disappointment on their faces after he changed his words was impossible to miss.

“Kurt noticed a really big fish. We're trying to see who can catch it first.”

He nodded after hearing Juna's explanation, “Ah. That must be the Mega Arowana. One of the largest freshwater fishes in Erebonia, only really active during the summer.”

“The Mega Arowana...” Altina tested the name out loud before giving a small nod of her head, “The database does mention a fish with that name. I believe you are correct.”

“And I'm gonna be the one to catch it first!” Ash boasted proudly, causing Juna to groan, Fie to gag, and Musse to giggle.

For his part Rean merely nodded in acknowledgment of his words before taking a spot a few arge away from his students. Even if it was something as simple as fishing seeing them push each other towards loftier goals was a welcome sight indeed. They would go far together.

He cast his line into the water.

Indeed they would, which was why the teacher almost felt bad about what he was about to do. They were fighting so hard as a group, but in the end...

His line gave a sharp tug.

Rean smiled before he began to reel in his prize.

“There's no way! No freaking way!”

“Goddammit!”

“...You can be incredibly vexing, Instructor Rean.”

“I'm done. This is stupid. You're all stupid. I need a nap.”

Chapter Text

Fie had thought she had been getting better at not needing to nap as much.

She had been more attentive in class, less bored in the afternoons, and more active with her training. All things that led to a more energetic daily routine and less boredom overall. Said changes had absolutely nothing to do with the deadly threat known as the Golden Rakshasa finding her again.

...Maybe if she kept telling herself that she might actually come to believe it.

But the point was the same. Fie Claussell no longer needed to take naps during the day. She was an active, friendly, sociable girl with things to do and places to be.

Or at least that had been her assumption until recently.

Come to find out adding two new headaches to her perfectly balanced life was enough to send the irreverent girl back to her old ways. How anyone could deal with Ash's loudness and Musse's Musseness she would never know, but there was no way she had the energy to endure it on a daily basis.

Thus she found herself in search of a place of relaxation. Preferably one that wouldn't end with her as a smear in the training room.

But thankfully some good had come from the last couple weeks. While Class VII had some new – and quite annoying – additions, the school itself had gotten a few new members to the staff. And one of those members in particular gave the sleepy girl just the escape she needed.

“Oh, hello there. Fie, right?”

The school had a nurse now. And the nurse was actually someone she had met before. It was the less obnoxious of the pink-haired twins she met in Crossbell.

Fie blinked. Correction. It was the lesser of the pink-haired twins from Crossbell that were Rean's old schoolmates. That she had to clarify that in the confines of her mind confirmed that there were way too many pink-haired twins in Crossbell and Zemuria as a whole. What a noisy color.

Either way, Linde was the nurse now. Which meant there was a bed in the infirmary with her name on it. The student merely nodded her head, somewhat impressed the young nurse remembered her name despite only having met her as part of Class VII.

“Is there something I can do for you? You don't look injured... Are you ill?” Give credit where it was due but the nurse actually looked worried for her sake.

“Nah.” She quickly waved off her concerns before pausing, “...Actually, would you let me nap on the bed if I said no? Cause in that case I'm really sick. Might be terminal.”

The pink-haired woman giggled, “I don't think you need to go that far. I personally have no problems with you using the bed so long as there's no actual patient-” Score! “...but there's a teensy tiny little problem with that right now.”

Fie blinked. What problem? Even though she didn't voice her question Linde must have read her expression, as the nursed glanced towards the bed with her eyes. But Fie was absolutely positive there had been nobody on the bed when she arrived-

No. That wasn't right at all. She was correct in that there had been no humans on the bed when she arrived...

But the black cat curled up on the bed wasn't human, was she?

She had almost forgotten that Celine had come back to Leeves with them after Crossbell. Supposedly she was there to help Rean get his powers back under control, but the cat usually didn't hang around the school for her or anyone else to really investigate those claims. Instead the talking cat usually kept to herself or stuck around where they couldn't find her – presumably in Rean's room.

And yet there she was snoozing away on the one bed Fie really wanted for herself.

If looks could kill the magical kitty would be on fire right now, but sadly Fie's glare lacked that ability. Instead the perturbed jaeger approached the bed in the hopes that her approach would 'accidentally' wake the cat and cause her to leave. Unfortunately either Celine was too heavy a sleeper or her light footsteps were working against her for a change, because the familiar never once twitched.

Fine. If that was how it was gonna be then Fie wouldn't back down. She cracked her knuckles, fully prepared to shoo the furball away and claim the bed for her own.

But she stopped before she could. Instead she bit her lip as she looked down at Celine snoozing away peacefully. Curse her innate weakness to cats!

Maybe she could just scoot onto the bed where Celine wasn't? Of course the annoying habit of all cats to sleep in the worst spots possible once again reared its ugly head as the black cat was dead smack in the middle of the bed. M-Maybe she could slide the blanket over a little without waking her?

“Why are you standing there blocking the sun?”

Oh good. By standing there awkwardly while considering her actions a solution had presented itself to her, “Oops. My bad. Didn't mean to wake you. Guess you'll need to move now.”

Celine raised her head and stared at Fie. While cats weren't the most emotive of animals she could tell the familiar was glaring at her, “...No. I'm not moving.”

“Aww, come on! You're a busy cat, right? Don't you have better things to be doing then sleeping around here all day?”

“You just want this bed for yourself, don't you? Well too bad. I was here first.”

She glared down at the stubborn animal, “This is an infirmary. That bed is for sick people.”

“I heard you earlier. You aren't sick.”

So Celine had been awake the entire time!? “I wasn't sick two minutes ago, but I feel something bad coming on now...” To prove her point Fie let out some nasty coughs that just so happened to be pointed Celine's way.

“Ew! Gross! Why are humans so disgusting!”

“Well how come you aren't cute and fun like most cats!”

“I'm not a cat!”

“Obviously! You just suck!”

“Hmph!” Celine rose from her position and for the briefest of moments Fie thought she was going to give in...

...That hopeful thought lasted as long as the feline needed to stretch her body across the bed before lying back down. “I'm not leaving.”

“Grr....” The silver-haired girl's glare intensified as the cat now took up the entirety of the bed, “Either you move or I'll move you.”

“I dare you to try it.”

If Celine thought she was making an idle threat then the magic cat was about to be disappointed. It only took one swift movement for the fuming girl to lay both hands on the stubborn animal before giving her a good yank.

“Nyaa...!” And yet Celine refused to budge. Despite claiming to not be a cat she sure possessed the very cat-like ability to latch herself onto a piece of furniture and refuse to budge, “I'm... Not... Leaving...!”

“Yes...You...Are...!” But Fie was a jaeger, trained from a young age to fight. Despite her small frame she possessed a great deal of strength. All of which she now brought forth to the singular cause of getting Celine off this stupid bed!

Emma's cat growled, but stubbornly continued to resist against Fie's superior size and strength. Her hind claws gave way against her might, leaving just the front ones connected to the bed. And yet even as she gave another tug it was the mattress that shifted and not the cat. In fact it almost looked like... “Are you using magic!?”

“I am, dammit! And if you don't want me to place a hex on you you'll let go right now!”

So, Celine wanted to escalate the situation, did she? Fine by Fie! The angered girl narrowed her eyes before preparing her muscles for the greatest tug of all time-

“Seriously, you guys?”

She stopped as the voice of a newcomer broke her from those thoughts. Although she still refused to let go of the black cat she wasn't actively trying to move her either. Instead she could only turn and blink owlishly at the newcomer.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Celine doing the same.

“Oh. Hey, Rean. This... isn't what it looks like?”

“Really? Because to me it looks like the two of you are having a disagreement, which was why I was called here to begin with.” The teacher paused before turning to the nurse who had snitched, “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“You're welcome.” Linde gave the student and cat an apologetic look, “Normally I'd let the two of you continue with that – Aidios knows I fight with Vivi all the time – but I was afraid you might end up damaging something in the room.”

“Hmph! In that case I demand justice be served! I was sleeping peacefully here when this... this... this brute came in an violently attacked me!”

Fie glared at the cat for trying to make her out to be the bad guy. With Rean's gaze now settled on her she shrugged, “Celine wasn't sharing. That bed is big enough for the two of us, but she just had to be stubborn about it.”

“I was there first!”

“All beds belong to me. It's one of the main rules of this school.”

“That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!”

“Ugh...” The teacher massaged his head, “I'm getting a headache just listening to you two.” Lucky for him he was in the best place for that as Linde quickly passed him a painkiller which he took without hesitation, “Thanks, Linde. Anyways... It's clear to me that neither of you are willing to act the part of civilized people right now-”

“I'm a cat, not a person.” Wasn't that the opposite of what she said earlier!?

“You know my background, right? No civilization there.”

Fie shared a glance with Celine. If nothing else it was funny working together like that to blunt his speech.

“Alright, that's it. Both of you are banned from sleeping in this room unless you are actually feeling ill.”

“What!?”

“You can't do that!”

The jerk of a teacher simply rolled his eyes, “I can and I just did. If the two of you are gonna fight about the bed then neither of you deserve it.”

“Fine!” Celine shot a nasty glare her way before jumping off the bed and out the door without a second glance.

Fie made to do the same, but as the ill-tempered girl brushed past her teacher she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. As much as she didn't want to listen to what he had to say it wasn't like she had much of a choice, “Look. Celine will probably be gone in a few days. Just accept this for now and I don't care what you do afterwords, alright?”

Fie gave a shrug and a nod before exiting the room. That was certainly better than nothing, but she was still angry!

Celine would pay for her crimes!

“Arf! Arf!”

Cerberus wagged his tail happily as his second favorite favorite human behind only Master entered the store. Even though master said he was a fierce and professional guard dog – which he was! - he didn't need unnecessary rewards and yet the female known as Fie never seemed to listen to master, always doing her best to sneak him a pat or a treat whenever Master wasn't looking.

It was so nice, in fact, that Cerberus couldn't help but keep an eye on Master. The two humans were currently engaged in a discussion about something. His understanding of human words had come a long way, but he still struggled a bit with the words being sent back and forth rapidly. But right now none of that mattered. What mattered most was that Master had turned her gaze away as she searched for something in the back.

Cerberus perked his ears up. Maybe if female Fie saw she'd-

Oh, yes! There it was! How could Master say he didn't need to be rewarded with ear scratches when they felt so good!?

So good in fact that the puppy couldn't stop his back leg from thumping on the ground. Tragic, because the noise caused Master to turn around and for the other human to retract her hand.

Curse you, leg!

After that painfully brief moment of pure bliss the puppy wanted nothing more than to let out a whine to see if he couldn't garner more attention, but Master would definitely not approve. Instead he was forced to do his best to follow the fast-paced conversation between the two humans. Hearing his name mentioned a few times made the small dog understand he was somehow involved, even if he had to wait until Master explained it to him.

Happily, once they finished she did, “Alright, Cerberus. You're going on another hunting mission. Fie will provide you with more instructions, but remember that you are an employee of Neinvalli first and foremost, alright? Don't do anything I wouldn't!”

A hunting mission? Cerberus remembered the last one he went on. It was a lot of fun! Would he get to take a nice walk around the area again!?

The dog barked his approval. Master's warning was unnecessary. He would never do anything to upset his Master!

...Unless doing so would earn him more ear scratches. Hopefully he would never find himself torn between his loyalty to Master and his growing love of pats. It would be the hardest decision of his short life.

The excited puppy followed the human Fie out of the shop, tail wagging the entire way. New mission! So fun! He couldn't contain himself any longer as he let out a bark once the duo reached the end of the alleyway.

That seemed to be enough to cause the human to stop and turn towards him, “Alright. I need you to chase around a cat and-” Fie blinked before scrunching her face up, “...Do you even know what a cat is?”

Cerberus tilted his head. A cat? Maybe master mentioned the word before, but if she did she never explained it to him.

He answered with a whine.

“Just great. How come this crummy town doesn't have a bunch of cats running around...?” The human shook her head, “Well, anyways. Uh, how do I explain? Imagine something small and black, with a blue ribbon and tufts of purple fur-”

Cerberus whined again.

“Bah. Dogs are colorblind, aren't they? Maybe I should've stolen her collar or something...?” Human Fie shook her head, “Well, whatever. Let's just walk around and I'm sure we'll come across her eventually. Imagine a creature as small as you, but with an attitude problem. Less cute, too.”

He still wasn't sure he got it, but he barked happily regardless. If nothing else he was getting to run around in the area again! How fun!

Dog and human walked across Leeves together. They didn't encounter any uncute small animals with attitude problems, but there were lots of people walking around! Some of them wanted to talk to Fie, which made sense since they seemed to be wearing similar clothes as them. A few of them even had nice things to say about Cerberus. Of course being a skilled and professional guard dog meant he accepted the compliments with grace and dignity befitting his station.

...Wagging his tail and barking happily were things a guard dog did, right...?

“Alright... I guess she's not around here.” The dog was able to understand the human he was following appeared agitated, “Maybe she's at the dorms? I think she likes sleeping on Rean's bed during the day?”

Cerberus followed her to the big building at the end of town that lots of people like her entered each night and exited each morning. He'd never been in there before, so this was very exciting to the little puppy. He couldn't help but let out a disappointed whine that there was nobody around when they entered.

“Most of the others are still at the school or in town.” The human explained as she glanced at him, “I'm sure a few are in their rooms right now. Hopefully Rean ain't one of them.”

After that he followed Fie towards a flight of stairs. Cerberus was a brave dog so he easily overcame his fear of giant steps and climbed up behind her, even if it was a difficult task for the small pup.

He couldn't resist letting out a growl when a second flight of stairs was revealed to him once they reached what he had assumed was the top. While he certainly didn't need the help as he was a skilled dog he was too kind to refuse Fie's generous offer of assistance as the female picked him up before ascending the second flight in a fraction of the time.

“The door's slightly open... Celine must be in there.” She whispered once they reached the top, “I don't hear anything inside, do you?”

Cerberus' ears perked up. Did he hear anything inside the room she was pointing to? Hmm... After careful consideration he did not. Given how stealthy the human was trying to be he whined quietly as his answer.

“Good boy.” And he earned himself some pats for his discretion! “I bet she's sleeping in there. Let's sneak in there and if you see a small creature sleeping on his bed I want you to put on your meanest face and start barking at her, alright?”

Cerberus could do that! Master had been helping him perfect his mean face! She always said it was imperative for him to be as intimidating as possible! And he was good at barking! With a wagging tail he prepared to show off his skills-

“Not yet! Wait until we're inside!” She hissed.

Oops. He got a little too excited there. Cerberus calmed himself down. Master would be upset if she found out he blew a mission because of his enthusiasm.

The dog quickly calmed himself down which was enough for Fie. With a nod the human silently approached the door. She peaked her ear to the open crack before pausing. After a few seconds she nodded to him before throwing the door open.

Let the mission begin!

With enthusiasm back on his furry face the canine charged into the room. He was looking for a small creature sleeping on the bed... He saw it! Well, it wasn't sleeping, but there was a small creature sitting on the bed. That was what he was looking for, right?

The dog ignored the other human inside the room as he approached his target. The cat let out a hiss as he hopped onto the bed, but neither that nor the paw with outstretched claws she held in front threateningly would deter Cerberus from accomplishing his mission!

“Arf! Arf! Arf? Arf!”

Cerberus paused. Fie hadn't told him what to do after that. Should he keep barking? Should he wait for more instructions?

“...Fie?” The other human in the room asked with a voice that sounded both confused and tired.

“Ahah... H-Hey, Instructor Rean.” Was it just Cerberus, or was his partner further away from the door than she had been when they started?

It almost seemed like she had been trying to run away, but his partner wasn't so disloyal... right?

“So why are the two of you barging into my room like this?”

“W-Well... About that... umm...?” Cerberus could never understand why some humans began to stutter with their words when they were nervous about something. It made them awfully difficult to understand! “I-I didn't think you were in here, actually.”

“I notice you didn't answer my question, but if you must know Celine's been helping me get my powers under control. I was being quiet because I needed my concentration. If I hadn't heard you coming it could have been dangerous!”

Cerberus wasn't actually sure what he should be doing at this point. It seemed that some part of the plan had gone awry? Maybe he needed to bark more? “Arf? Arf? Arf! Arf!”

“Yes I get it, you're a mangy mutt.”

“Arf?!” Wait... The small creature could speak with human words!?

“Of course I can speak like a human. I'm not an animal, you know.”

Wowee! Not only could the grumpy little creature talk, but it could also understand him! How cool was that!

“Wait, you can understand him!?”

“Huh. Gotta admit, that's news to me too.”

“Hmph! Understanding lesser creatures is child splay for a familiar like myself!”

This is so awesome! Maybe he could convince this animal to come work at Neinvalli with him! Sure he was already the bestest guard dog ever, but having someone who could interpret for him would make things so much easier! He barked out his message, but the cat creature just seemed to roll her eyes. Aww...

“Well this makes things easy.” Human Rean muttered, “If you're not going to tell me what you're doing I'll simply ask him. Cerberus, what mission did Fie give you?”

“W-Wait! Don't say a word!”

Cerberus tilted his head. Master had placed him under Fie's employ, so he should probably listen to her, right? But the human Rean was also a regular at the shop and a high authority figure Master had deemed worthy of maintaining good relations with, so maybe he should heed him instead?

He was so confused!

“Look, as stupid as I'm sure this all is, I must admit I'm curious what useless ideas that annoying human put into your mind.” The cat spoke, “So if you tell me what we want to know I'll help you out for a bit before I return to Emma.”

Yay! New best friend acquired!

“So Cerberus ratted you out?”

Fie nodded after concluding her story, “Yep. Rean made me apologize to the cat. Most humiliating thing ever.”

Juna could only shake her head in disappointment, “You know, when you said you had a wild story to share I wasn't expecting something so...” The pink-haired girl waved her hand around as she struggled for the right word, “...lame.”

“Hey!”

“It's true.” Allie was quick to back her up, “For someone who was supposedly a skilled jaeger your plans don't ever appear to be particularly well thought out.”

Surprisingly Fie didn't seem nearly as offended by Altina's criticism. Unfair if you asked Juna, “Eh, it's whatever. Spontaneous plans are the best plans, and even if they don't end up working out they're still usually pretty funny. But seriously! It's a cat and a dog! Aren't they supposed to be arch enemies or something?”

“Are they?” The Crossbellian tilted her head thoughtfully, “I mean I've heard the saying and all, but I'm not sure I believe it. The SSS had Coppe and Zeit and they worked well together...”

“I was led to believe that Zeit was not a dog at all, but one of the Holy Beasts of legend. Wouldn't that example be a poor one to us?”

Huh. So Allie knew about Zeit? Juna suppose it made sense given her work with the Imperial Intelligence Division, “Shush. It's not important.” The glare she earned for that statement would've been dangerous had the owner been anyone but Altina. Instead the Crossbellian simply reached over and patted her on the head, “The point is that you should've known better.”

“At least you were able to acquire good intelligence from your failed mission.” Altina intoned dryly, “We already knew that Celine had been assisting Instructor Rean with his training but I hadn't realized they were so far along with it. I'd rather he didn't need to use it at all, but...”

“We just need to get strong enough to handle whatever crazy stuff is headed our way during our next missions without him going full power mode.”

Juna nodded to Fie's encouragement, “Right! I'm sick and tired of letting him and the original Class VII walk all over us! I'll show them all what the new Class VII can do!”

“You make it sound so easy...” Despite her caution Altina mustered a small smile, “Still, it would behoove me to improve my performance in the future. There's a high likelihood that we'll be encountering Millium in the near future and as the superior model I refuse to let her outperform me any longer.”

With that little pep talk out of the way Juna returned to the original discussion, “So I take it by the fact you're telling us all this that you've given up on your stupid revenge plot?”

“I wouldn't say I've given up on it necessarily,” Fie slowly protested, “but I did turn to some outside help to get it done.”

The pink-haired girl glanced over at her other classmate, seeing a similarly clueless look on Altina's face that was probably on her own, “...Outside help?”

“Yep.” The former child soldier gave a mischievous smirk, “Someone who is far craftier and more annoying than me. Someone who is so dangerous that neither Rean nor Celine would be able to stand against them. Someone so-”

“You turned to Musse for help?”

Fie pouted briefly at Altina cutting her off, “Got it. Didn't even need to explain anything to her. Just told her that she should spend some time with Celine before that stupid cat has to leave. Heh. Speak of the devil...”

That last part confused Juna, but she got her answer a second later when the door to their dorm room opened and in entered the girl in question. And it wasn't just Musse either, as in her hands was the feline that dominated the current discussion, “Hello, you three. Thank you for the suggestion, Fie. Celine and I have been having a wonderful time together!”

“Please... help!” The pitiful creature pleaded miserably in her arms.

Juna thought she would be granted her escape when Musse set her on the floor, but before Celine could even begin to move the genius reached a hand out and gave the cat a scratch. Just a single scratch.

And yet that single scratch caused the feline to collapse into a twitching mess on the ground.

“What... the hell!?”

Her stupefied expression caused Musse to giggle, “It's simple. You just need to find the right spot. Once you do that it's a trivial thing to keep Celine happy.” To prove her point she reached out and gave the same spot another scratch. Juna thought it was completely unnecessary as Celine still seemed to be quite dead in her eyes, but the repeated action practically turned her into a formless puddle of fur and miserable bliss on the ground.

“Yep. This was about what I expected.” Fie practically radiated satisfaction as they all stared down at the lifeless cat with varying degrees of shock, “The sweet taste of revenge.”

Juna couldn't help but shudder. Fie could be a pretty vindictive girl when she wanted to be, but a Fie working in cahoots with Musse?

That was an impossible diabolical combination.

Chapter Text

“Has anyone noticed we do more work on the so-called free days than we do on pretty much any other day we're here?”

“Do you think so?” A confused Kurt answered Fie's question with one of his own.

“She has a point. Instructor Rean seems adamant that we take extra soldat training tomorrow even though the soldat exams are the day after...”

“Maybe if you didn't get your Drakkhen smashed to shit last month.”

Tita – who had chosen to walk back to the dorms alongside Class VII – let out a nervous giggle as the Crossbellian glared at Ash, “Don't forget you have an Einhel Keep trial too. Professor Schmidt really boosted the difficulty this time.”

Altina didn't immediately speak, but the pained expression on her face spoke volumes, “...I suppose it makes sense given we have two new members.”

“I say we let the newbies do all the work during the trial.”

“Agreed.”

“Yep.”

All pairs of eyes turned towards Kurt, “...I don't see the point of that. Shouldn't we all try to work together and-” Whatever lame reasoning he was about to spout died in his throat as the three senior girls of the class all glared at him in unison. With an awkward cough the Vander continued, “...I suppose it might be prudent to let Ash and Musse take the vanguard this month.”

“Aw hell no!”

While Ash fumed at the idea Musse let out her cursory giggle, “I don't mind. Even if the enemies prove too dangerous for me I'm sure Instructor Rean will swoop in and rescue me from danger before protecting me like a valiant knight-”

Crap. Musse was going off again. This time the others were just as capable at tuning her out as Fie had become. It seemed they were adapting. Good.

“Don't forget we also have our briefing in the afternoon.”

June gulped nervously, “Right. Crazy to think our next field exercise is coming right up.”

“Don't see why you're worried. Didn't you already have your traumatic experience last month? It's probably going to be one of their turns next.”

The 'their' of which Fie was referring to was the trio of Altina, Ash, and Musse. While the former merely tilted her head in consideration, Ash shook his head, “Hell no! I dunno where we're going, but you're definitely not gonna see me have a breakdown like you idiots!”

“Y-You're from Ordis, right Musse?” A nervous Tita asked her roommate.

“I am.” The mint-haired girl replied with a smile, “And it just so happens the Imperial Provincial Council will be occurring there at the same time as our field exercises.”

The rest of Class VII plus friend shared blank looks. It was now pretty obvious where they were going to be headed in a week.

“We don't need to worry about that!” Musse continued with a soft smile that left them all on edge, “Tonight we should focus on entertaining our guest!”

Once again everyone glanced around in confusion, “What do you mean our guest?”

In response to Kurt's question the girl merely giggled knowingly.

The only thing worse than someone who knew everything, in Fie's recently gained opinion, was someone who knew everything and loved to rub it in in your face.

“Shall we return to the dorm?” Altina asked, wisely choosing to move past the moment, “I am quite famished.”

“Grub sounds good. Anyone making something tonight or we gotta find our own food?” Although Ash's question was directed towards everyone his eyes were focused entirely on the two members of the Cooking Club in the group.

It was Tita who answered first, “Sandy and Freddy volunteered to cook tonight. I'm sure they'll be just about finished by now.”

“Uh...” Juna looked a little queasy, “Sandy's in charge, right? I'm not sure my stomach is up for something weird...”

She wasn't the only one who suddenly looked nervous. Even the usually unflappable Musse's smile was looking a little forced. That was enough for Fie to let out a small laugh, “Don't worry about it. Sandy's great. Nobody can stop Freddy from being Freddy, but she'll at least make sure he doesn't add anything too unique.”

As one her friends let out exhales of relief. Maybe she should mess with them a little, “...Or at least I hope she can. There was that one time last week with that snake and-”

She blinked. The others followed her gaze as soon as they noticed her lapse in concentration. As they saw what she did they also froze up.

It seems they now knew what Musse meant when she said a guest was here.

In front of the dorm was Rean and Towa. But those two weren't who caught her attention. Neither was it the third unknown man in an engineer's jacket.

It was the last person that Fie recognized. And why wouldn't she, when it'd only been a few weeks since she last saw her?

Elise Schwarzer. Rean's darling little sister.

In all honesty the jaeger-turned-student was a little surprised she hadn't visited sooner, considering she was a student at some school just a few minutes away in the capital, but at the same time she could also imagine how much of a pain it would be to have someone like Rean as a big brother. The guy was always hovering over them like an overprotective mosquito, so just how bad did someone like Elise have it?

Well, whatever. What mattered was that she was here now and with this visit came opportunity. Already she could see the gears turning in Juna and Musse's minds, “I take it you guys are thinking what I'm thinking?”

“That we kidnap Elise and get her to spill all of Instructor Rean's most embarrassing secrets?” Fie could've high-fived Juna for being on the same wavelength that she was. The only reason she didn't was because Rean was so engrossed in his conversation that he hadn't noticed them yet, a surprise given how alert he usually was. Or maybe he knew and was just ignoring them. That was also a real possibility.

“I think that's a brilliant idea!” It left the silver-hair girl feeling a little dirty that Musse was in agreement with them, but if a broken clock was allowed to be right twice a day then an insane girl could be right once in a full moon.

“I don't believe Instructor Rean would take too kindly to you joking about kidnapping his sister.” Altina commented blandly.

Fie couldn't help but pat the girl on the head, “As the only one in this group who's actually kidnapped her I guess you're the experienced one, huh?”

For her part Altina could do nothing but pout and look away with an adorable blush on her face.

“Are you guys just going to stand there cracking jokes or what?” Oh, it seemed she had been right in that Rean had noticed them. At least Towa and the two newcomers seemed surprised.

With permission granted Fie found herself in the odd position of taking the lead, “Sup? Didn't want to interrupt your conversation.” She lied quickly and easily, although the unimpressed look she got from her teacher made it obvious he didn't believe her.

“Mil- Musse! And the rest of Class VII!” Elise greeted warmly in comparison to her brother, “It's wonderful to see you again!”

Once again she was reminded that Musse was hiding something interesting from the rest of them, but the stink-eye she sent the mint-haired girl accomplished nothing but causing the girl to let out one of her signature giggles. Fie barely resisted the temptation to growl at that.

Silently she made a vow that during the field exercise she would discover whatever wild secrets the unflappable girl was keeping from them!

But even while thinking that she listened with one ear to the outside conversation. The only unknown person was named George Nome, one of Towa's friends from Thor and the previous disciple of that crusty old bastard Schmidt. That last bit meant little to her, but she could at least be happy for Tita as she seemed delighted to meet someone who suffered a similar fate to the young engineer.

Kurt and Ash separated after Rean led the now large group into the dorms, leaving just the girls of Class VII plus Tita to watch as the teacher led his sister upstairs. Fie was content to leave things at that and grab some grub after the others decided to invite Elise into their room for a sleepover once she was finished with Rean-

“Let's follow them and eavesdrop on their conversation! I bet they're gonna be talking about something juicy!”

The laid-back girl wanted to groan. Of course Musse would have an insane idea like that. Sure the idea of listening in on the Schwarzer sibling's conversation did sound pretty fun, but she knew it would never work. Musse probably did too, but she was an agent of chaos.

At least the others were smart enough to realize- “Let's do it!”

Never mind. Despite everything Juna was still an idiot. At least she was the only one who would fall for something like-

“I-I'm kinda interested as well.”

Fie was floored. Tita too!? Her friend was supposed to be smart and sensible! If even half the stories she'd heard about Liberl were true then she would know how alert veteran fighters were and should've known how futile Musse's suggestion was. So how come the young engineer was looking like some gossip-starved teen!?

“Instructor Rean will sense your presence long before-”

Aidios bless Altina. The only sensible person in the entire group.

“Don't worry about it, Allie!” Damn you, Juna! “We've gotten a lot better at being sneaky, haven't we?”

Not really, no. Fie refrained from voicing that comment aloud as she could tell just how futile it would be. Already the three idiots were approaching the stairs in a comical attempt at being stealthy.

A soft sigh drew her gaze to the lone girl who remained behind. It was hard to tell what was going through Altina's mind at the moment, but the girl seemed rather perplexed by the entire ordeal.

“You think we should follow them?” Not that she herself was much different, “I doubt Rean'll say anything interesting knowing they're listening in, but if we hang back far enough...”

“Then we can disassociate ourselves from them when Instructor Rean catches them in the act.” Altina finished. “That does seem to be the most prudent course of action.”

The two actual stealthy girls followed their companions up the stairs. Arriving at the third floor they were treated to the comically painful sight of their three friends crowding around Rean's door in a poor attempt at listening in. Not only was she confident that Rean must've already known about their presence, but a part of her wouldn't have been surprised if Elise knew as well.

Oh well. When in Erebonia do as the Erebonians do. That saying didn't really work as well considering Juna was from Crossbell, Tita was from Liberl, and Musse was from the darkest depths of Gehenna, but it still sounded good in her mind.

Following the script the two actually intelligent girls hung back away from their friends. But at the same Fie was at least a little interested in what was going on behind that closed door so she subconsciously began moving closer to the door, rege by minuscule rege. A part of her was worried that Altina would call her out for her double standards, but one look at her friend proved she had nothing to worry about.

The younger girl was doing the same damn thing. In fact she seemed to be beating Fie in the race they were inadvertently having.

Straining her ears she was able to make out the smallest bits and pieces of conversation from her teacher and his sibling. Seemed that Elise was there to deliver two letters to Rean. One from his sword master and the other from his father. The first didn't really interest her despite having heard a few tales of the legendary Yun Ka-fai from Boss in the past.

It was the second that piqued her curiosity. Elise seemed to think that Rean had had a falling out with his old man, something which she believed happened near the end of the Civil War. But Rean always seemed so proud of his family and it was impossible to miss the photo he had sitting in his room, so why would he be holding a grudge? Nothing in the stories he had mentioned about those final days in the war hinted at something like that.

Altina had been there at the end, right? So maybe she'd know something about what the Schwarzer's were discussing .She glanced over towards her – noting with amusement that despite her worries the other girl was now just to the door as close as Musse and Tita were. Her classmate was as inscrutable as always, but after three months together Fie was confident that-

There! It was just for a brief moment but there had been a flash of pained understanding on the Black Rabbit's face. She knew about whatever it was the two in the room were discussing.

While normally the quiet girl was a fan of keeping her own secrets she couldn't help but feel an urge to interrogate her friend about what she knew at some point. It was easy to justify in her mind as it was only fair after Rean kept digging into her past, right?

“All done getting ready for your sleepover?” The voice from inside seemed a lot louder than the previous conversation. Something made apparent as an unamused Rean opened the door to stare them down.

Juna let out a nervous laugh, “We just finished getting the bed all set up...”

“I went and brought back some extra pajamas, too!” Fie was so disappointed in Tita.

“Oh? Because I've sensed your presence there for some time now.”

As the two girls wilted under Rean's gaze Fie decided to step up in defense, “For the record I only came up here to laugh at them once you busted them.”

Her defense, not theirs.

“Fie!”

“You traitor!”

“...Thanks, Rean. It was about as funny as I could have hoped for.”

Fie had assumed the sleepover the other girls had planned would be a simple thing. They'd chat with Elise for a while, acquire some juicy gossip, and have some fun. Eventually she'd get bored of the discussion and drift off to sleep while the others continued on with Rean's sister.

Simple enough.

What she hadn't assumed was that their room would end up housing not only Elise, Musse, and Tita, but Celine and every girl in Class VIII and IX as well! Their room was barely capable of holding the three girls that live in it,so hosting the massive army of over a dozen gossip-starved females like they now were was completely insane! There were so many conversations going on that she couldn't keep track of them all!

The little jaeger gave her bed a sad look. Trying to sleep in all this noise would be an impossible task, even for her. It was especially true considering Musse, Sandy, and Maya were all sitting on her mattress alongside her, with a grumpy cat being held in the merciless grip of the former.

“What's St. Astraia like?!”

“How's it like being best friends with Her Highness the princess?!”

“What was Instructor Rean like as a kid!?”

“Are the stories about him true!?”

“I'm sure you've seen him naked, correct? Tell us how big he-”

“Mil-Musse!”

Poor Elise. As bad as Fie had it the younger Schwarzer sibling had it far far worse. The girls were like a ravenous tornado and the black-haired girl was stuck in the middle of it with no escape. A part of Fie wanted to help her, but the larger part knew it was impossible and that she should stay far away for her own safety.

Was it wrong that there was a small part of her that took delight in the plight of Rean's sister? It was like by watching Elise get bullied she was getting some strange twisted revenge against that guy for all he'd done to her, even if that revenge was coming at the expense of an innocent bystander.

“Please everyone, one at a time!” To her credit the St. Astraia student seemed to be weathering the storm remarkably well. Fie could only assume it was thanks to her experience as the student council president of her school, or maybe she'd simply gotten used to the attention thanks to her friendship with the princess alongside her brother being a national hero, both of which would make her a prime target for gossip nationwide.

“What I want to know is why I'm even here in the first place!?”

“You're here because you're so warm and fluffy and adorable!” Musse gushed as she squeezed the annoyed cat closer.

Privately Fie thought Celine was there solely because seeing her as Musse's eternal prisoner was karma for all the annoying things the cat had done days prior. Sweet sweet revenge.

The former jaeger didn't participate in any of the ongoing conversations, however, because the girl found herself feeling rather uncomfortable with the whole ordeal. She knew she'd been getting better at being human and socializing with friends, but that was usually in small groups, either with Class VII, the Cooking Club, or just random encounters with one or two individuals.

But being in such a large group like this was still a little awkward for her. The last time she had been in such a large social gathering was when she was in Zephyr, and being a little kid sitting around a fire while a bunch of drunken adults made fools of themselves was an entirely different experience compared to this. Here she was supposed to be participating as an equal, but the aloof girl wasn't sure exactly what that-

“Are you alright? You seem rather tense?”

Fie blinked owlishly in response to Sandy's surprise question. Although it had been asked quietly, it wasn't so quiet as to not attract the attention of those nearest to them. Musse, Tita, Maya, and even Celine were all giving her looks of varying levels of concern.

That was when the former jaeger had an epiphany. She wasn't sure how or when it had happened, but somehow despite only being in the school for three months she'd come to know every girl in this room, and befriended quite a few of them. Beyond the classmates who had all but become her new family and her dear friends in the Cooking Club there were still quite a few others she'd spent time with, from cooking for Maya to racing Leonora to playing tennis with Louise and starting a friendly rivalry with Celine...

Somehow this great big gaggle of people filling her room were her friends. Even the ones she hadn't spent much time with yet – something she made a mental note to fix at some point – were friends of her friends and had thus far been quite easy to get along with. The only true outsider was Elise, but given she was Rean's sister Fie couldn't help but already feel a connection to the girl.

Her shoulders lost their tension and she released a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. There was absolutely no reason for her to feel uncomfortable here. She wasn't some former jaeger outside in the group looking in, she was a fellow student and friend.

These were her people.

“I have a question.” She asked out loud with a smirk on her face, “Was Rean always so overbearing and annoying? Cause if so then you have my undying respect.”

A few of the others let out giggles even as Elise gave a resigned sigh, “Is he being that bad for you guys too? I remember this one time Luke – another boy from Ymir – put a hand on my shoulder. Rean had this look on his face... For a moment I almost thought he was going to slice that arm off with his tachi. Now everyone back home keeps a safe distance from me just in case.”

“Holy hell...” Juna muttered, “And here I thought it was bad for us. I feel sorry for any guy who might want to ask you out.”

“I-I'm sure he'd respect my wishes... right?” Suddenly the younger Schwarzer sibling seemed very unsure of herself.

“There's only one way to find out.” Fie declared, drawing all eyes to her, “We just need to 'accidentally...'” Air quotes for emphasis, “...let it slip that one of the boys was hitting on you. Maybe he touched you or something.”

Some of the girls seemed to ponder her words, undoubtedly contemplating the morality of sacrificing one of their classmates to test the theory. Fie could understand the hesitation. If her suspicions about Rean were correct there would be no coming back from this-

“Sidney's a sleaze. It's gotta be him.”

“How about Pablo? He's overzealous enough to do something like that, right?”

“What about Ash?”

“Definitely! It's gotta be Ash!”

“Let's get Ash murdered!”

Yup. These were her people indeed.

“Girls, please.” Elise whined, “If you do that he'll never let me out of his sight again.”

“Alright, alright.” Leonora held up her hands placatingly, “We won't tell him.” After Elise looked away with a relieved look the swimmer mouthed a few words silently.

Most jaegers were at least semi proficient at reading lips, and Fie was no exception. “We'll tell him after she leaves.” Was the silent message, causing the silver-haired girl to grin and nod at the Silver Whale.

“Alright!” Juna exclaimed, “I've heard mention of it a few times now, so I'm really curious. Can you tell us about your first encounter with Allie? I wanna hear about how she kidnapped you and the princess right in front of Instructor Rean.”

“Juna!” Credit where credit was due, because that question caused said girl to whine petulantly with the tiniest hint of red on her face. Seeing Altina get all flustered at the reminder meant the question was a great one.

Elise must have thought so as well given the way she tried to stifle her giggles, “I... don't think that's a good idea, but I can at least assure you that neither Her Highness nor myself hold any ill-will against Altina. In fact I'm pretty sure the princess is eager to take Altina out some time and dress her up.”

“She is like a little doll...”

“That sounds kinda fun, actually.”

“We should all go shopping in the capital together someday!”

“I...” Fie could sympathize with the hesitating Altina. Being dragged around and treated like a toy by a bunch of excited teenagers sounded absolutely miserable, but if the girl had any lingering regrets about her past action then she'd probably feel compelled to agree, “...I'll consider it.”

“I have a question.” Tita asked before they could tease Altina further, “What's Ymir like? The only thing I've heard from Instructor Rean is that it's famous for its open air baths. Is it anything like Elmo Village in Liberl?”

The Schwarzer sibling hummed thoughtfully, “I've heard a bit about Elmo. It's near the border with Calvard, correct? Ymir doesn't have that same level of eastern influence, but thanks to Rean's master it has more than most other places in Erebonia. And as for the baths... My brother could explain it better, but suffice to say it's a wholly different experience bathing in Ymir in the winter than it is anywhere else.”

“Ymir is also a big destination for other winter activities like skiing and snowboarding with Rean actually holding most of the snowboarding records. Admittedly being so isolated does have its downsides, but I think it's a great place. You should ask my brother if he'd be willing to take you up there this winter.”

“Oh that sounds wonderful! I am very much looking forward to meeting my future mother and father in-laws!”

Elise looked positively stricken by that announcement, causing Fie to roll her eyes, “Just ignore her. You'd think you'd be more used to Musse being Musse considering you went to the same school together, right?”

The black-haired girl let out a sigh of palpable relief, “R-Right. She's always been a little... eccentric, but I don't recall her ever being this bad at St. Astraia. Is she always like this?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Definitely.”

“Even when she was still in Class IX she was like this.”

“Teeheehee...”

The girls of Class VIII had no idea just how lucky they were to having avoided Musse at her worst. Not even being called out by all her friends seemed to faze the girl in question, causing Elise to give a nervous laugh, “...I am so sorry.”

“What's St. Astraia like?” Jessica asked curiously, “I imagine it's pretty different from Thors. Do you have any combat classes or anything similar?”

“We have nothing mandatory like what I'm sure you guys have, but we do have a couple optional classes available to anyone who wants to take them. Her Highness and I both participate quite often – She's an extremely proficient arts user and I don't want to become rusty with my rapier skills.”

Huh. A part of Fie was surprised to learn this girl knew how to fight. While it wasn't entirely uncommon for a young noblewomen to learn how to defend herself most young noblewomen didn't have a crazy overprotective brother hovering over them constantly. So Rean trusted her to fight monsters or other armed combatants, but didn't trust her around boys her age?

Sounded like a double standard to Fie.

...That was until she thought about Xeno and Leo. They taught her almost everything she knew about fighting and killing, but she could just imagine how terrifying they would've been if Zephyr had been around long enough for her to go through puberty.

Suddenly Elise's situation didn't seem quite so alien to the former jaeger despite their completely different backgrounds.

“Was there anything that Instructor Rean was afraid of when he was a child?” Surprisingly that question came from Altina of all people.

“Um... I probably shouldn't say anything...” Of course. Even Fie could understand how dangerous of a question it was. Even though he hadn't alluded to it directly she had a feeling he was harboring a lot of fears about his powers, his status, and other personal things like that. Elise being a good sister wouldn't want to talk about it- “...When we were younger there was an incident that left Rean terrified of Creepy Sheep for a few years.”

...Wait, what!? “Your kidding, right?”

Elise shook her head in response to Fie's question, “I'm not. Eventually he grew out of it, but for a time he was afraid to go outside as he imagined a monster was hiding around each and every corner waiting to get him. He was a bit of a crybaby about it.”

“What the hell...?”

“What kind of incident could do something like that?”

“C'mon! Tell us more!”

“Aww. That sounds adorable. Poor Instructor Rean.”

Fie had a feeling she wouldn't be getting much sleep that night, but honestly? She was alright with that. Here she was surrounded by a dozen of her friends while learning embarrassing stories about her pain in the butt teacher. It was the kind of night she never imagined she'd get to experience in her life.

“Alright, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to mention it to anyone, alright?”

Yup. A good night indeed. And no she definitely was not going to keep that promise.

Chapter Text

“It is time for you to wake up.”

Groggily Fie opened her eyes. She wanted to glare daggers at the person who so rudely ended her blissful rest, but unfocused eyes could do little more than blearily identify the perpetrator – Altina. “Fine.” She yawned out, “Give me a few minutes and I'll be up-”

“That's what you said the last time. And the time before that. Juna and the others have all left the dorms by now.”

Had that really happened? Fie couldn't recall being woken up prior to that moment, but considering how tired she had been after the army of students left their room it wasn't entirely impossible that she'd ignored her friends and gone back to sleep twice.

It was something the silver-haired girl considered carefully as she buried her head into her pillow and shut her eyes again. Maybe her memories would come back if she just-

“Claiomh Solais.”

“W-Woah! I'm up! I'm up!” Combat instincts flared within the girl as she went from nearly falling back asleep to on her feet in a combat ready position within a second, eyes warily gazing at the combat shell floating peacefully behind her classmate, “I think I liked you better when you weren't so vicious.”

“And I liked you better when you weren't pretending to be a lazy cat.”

On one hand Fie was annoyed that once again she was being called a cat, but the fact that Altina was now able to dish it out just as well as anyone else was truly impressive and wholesome. With her flat stare and dry tone her snark game was actually becoming quite impressive.

She'd have to step up her own game lest she fell behind her friend.

“Why'd you bother to get me up anyways? Isn't today a free day?”

“Free day does not mean you can take the day off. We're still expected to participate in activities whether class or club related. Plus Instructor Rean wants us all ready for our Einhel Keep trial this morning.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Fie waved Altina off as she began to get dressed, “Not like the Cooking Club is doing anything today with Tita being needed at the Keep. What about the Swimming Club?”

The other girl shook her head, “Just practice laps. But today is important to me as it shall be the day that I swim forty arge.” The little girl had fire in her eyes as she made that final declaration.

“Nice. Want me to come and cheer you on?”

“That will be unnecessary.” Came the quick reply, “I suspect I shall need full concentration to accomplish my goals.”

Fair enough. Fie let out a yawn – she was still tired, dammit! “Got nothing better to do so I guess I'll go train until Rean calls us.”

One advantage of being lazy was that the dormitory was almost completely empty, thus giving her free reign of the place. The speedy girl brought her talents to the kitchen where a breakfast was created and consumed in record time. With that detour out of the way she got started on her primary objective.

Training. It was something she'd been doing ever since that first disastrous trip to Sutherland. Often by herself, occasionally alongside Kurt or someone else, and that one extremely traumatic experience serving as the Golden Rakshasa's punching bag. All of them – with the possible exception of that terrible last one – had been productive. Between all that training and the crazy stuff that kept happening to Class VII she knew she was getting better.

But right now she wasn't seeking to further her general skill like she had been. On the side she'd been brainstorming on a different project, one that wouldn't be easy, but one she was hopeful would end up defining her future.

It was time for Fie Claussell to create a move to surpass her Sylphid Dance.

Sylphid Dance had so much sentimental value to her that it hurt to consider. It was still powerful a technique, but it was a move simple enough for the Boss to teach to a small child. She wasn't that child any longer.

She needed something stronger. A finisher that could actually work against all the Magic Knights, Cryptids, Enforcers, and Shirleys they constantly found themselves fighting. It wouldn't be easy since her gunblades gave up raw power in favor of speed and versatility, but she'd seen other jaegers do a lot more with a lot less. She could get it done.

The young girl tried to squash the thought that moving on from her Sylphid Dance was like moving on from Zephyr. That was a conversation she still wasn't quite ready to have, even if a small part of her felt like the answer was right there for her to seize.

Fie stared down at her weapons. One of the main flaws she'd realized about her Sylphid Dance was that much of her firepower was wasted against a single target. It was disruptive, sure, but spraying and praying while spinning around didn't accomplish a whole lot against an enemy savvy enough to block or one that was simply impervious to small arms fire.

Another issue was that after her initial strike the girl would give up her greatest asset – her speed. Standing in place to fire her shots left her extremely open, especially as she usually needed a second to recover after all the spinning. Against someone like Shirley such an opening was a death sentence.

There were also a handful of other smaller improvements she wanted to make. That left the girl with a mental checklist of things to improve with her new move. She wanted to become more mobile without sacrificing offense. She needed to concentrate her fire better while still keeping her attacks versatile enough to work on a group of enemies. Either mixing in some explosives or tuning up her gunblades to fire more powerful rounds would be helpful against the heavily armored foes, and adding more vectors of attack would help against the more intelligent enemies.

That... was a lot of things to consider.

Well, it wasn't as if she hadn't been thinking about it for a long time. Already the girl had formed a few ideas and now it was time for her to try them out. The tiny confines of the training room wouldn't allow her to go all out, sadly, but at least she could get a decent feel for what was practical and what wasn't.

She was pretty sure even if she got the basics of her new move down pat it wouldn't be in a combat state before the next trip. Fie had no doubts that Class VII would get themselves into some crazy situation again, so for now she'd need to continue relying on the others to pick up the slack. Next month, however...

She made a mental promise to be ready by then.

But just because she accepted the limitations of her training didn't mean she couldn't go all out now regardless. Theories needed to be tested. Moves needed to be practiced. Failed ideas would need to be discarded.

A good portion of the morning passed like that. There was no moment of epiphany involved, but trial, error, and lots and lots of practice led to noticeable improvement. Eventually she was forced to pause and take a break after hours had passed, giving her the chance to take stock of her progress.

It was raw. It was unfinished. It needed a lot of refinement.

But deep down Fie had a feeling it was the start of something great.

Unfortunately for her time was inexorable and she had to put the brakes on her training as it was nearing the time Rean had warned about. The silver-haired warrior had just finished putting the training room back the way it was and had left the dorms when her ARCUS II chimed with a message from their instructor.

It was time for Einhel Keep.

Despite being so far away Fie took solace in the fact she somehow managed to beat both Juna and Ash to the square building – although she had a suspicion the latter was just choosing to be late out of principle. Rean – who had been standing next to that engineer George - took one look at her before shaking his head tiredly. Much to her annoyance he refused to elaborate further on that expression of disappointment, but luckily for her the mini-me Kurt was standing next to him.

“As fond as I am of training did you seriously decide to wear yourself out right before our trial?”

Ah. That made sense. Normally she'd agree with that common sense assessment, but right now she gave a shrug, “Eh. I don't see the big deal. The newbies are gonna do all the work today, right?”

“That's not the point of this and you know it.” Their teacher sighed out tiredly, “We're here to make sure you all get experience working together.”

“Sure, sure.” Did she wave Rean off so casually because she knew it'd annoy him? Yes. Did she feel any remorse? Not at all. “You say that, but tell me with a straight face you weren't gonna have Ash and Musse up front regardless.”

“...”

Fie nodded her head as she basked in her little victory, “That's what I thought. You can count on me to support the others as much as needed, especially if Schmidt has some crazy boss waiting for us at the end, but you should count yourself lucky to have a humble student who is willing to step back and let the newbies take the spotlight for a change.”

“My, how very considerate of you!” Had someone not known Musse like Fie did they might've thought the younger girl was genuinely oblivious to her true intentions.

“Honestly you two...”

“Sorry we're late!” Juna cried out as she announced the presence of the rest of Class VII plus Celine. “I needed to get changed and-”

Ash let out a scoff, “Why bother making excuses? I was late because I didn't feel like arriving early. Simple as that.”

The poor suffering teacher could only slump down in despair, “The rest of this year is going to be a long one, isn't it...?” Altina's efforts at cheering him up by patting him on the head were only mildly successful.

The moment of levity was ruined by the arrival of Professor Schmidt and Tita, with Fie giving a lazy wave to her friend. “Now that everyone's here we can commence the test.”

“Be careful, guys!” A worried Tita warned, “The Professor, George, and myself were hard at work raising the difficulty of level three since you have more people now, but if it ends up being too much for you don't be afraid to-”

Given the way Schmidt scoffed Fie didn't think them retreating would actually be allowed, so she tried to reassure her friend with a victory sign, “We'll be fine. You've seen how good we are and now we have a big meat shield in Ash-”

“The hell I am!”

“...We'll clear this trial in record time. Just watch.”

Her efforts must have been at least a little successful as Tita giggled, “Alright. I trust you. Good luck, everyone!”

After the three engineers returned to the control room Rean led them to the elevator, “Alright, Class VII. Commence the third level of the Einhel Keep trials!”

“Ja.”

Once they stepped off the elevator they bore witness to the new area. Level three appeared to be significantly larger than the previous two, which made sense considering it was supposed to be harder. The monsters were unsurprisingly different, but outside of those changes it appeared like any other floor.

The ever-confident Ash was the first to step forward, with Rean right behind him. Musse – being Musse – clearly wanted to remain as close to the teacher as physically possible as she followed suit. That just left the four founding members of the class to decide who should take the fourth spot while the rest followed a few paces behind in reserve.

“Kurt.”

“Kurt.”

“Definitely Kurt.”

“W-Wait, what? Why me?”

Both Juna and Altina glanced towards Fie silently telling her to provide the answer. Cowards, “Do you want the nice answer or the painful one?”

“I have a choice?” Kurt tilted his head thoughtfully, “How about the nice answer.”

“We're looking out for you cause we know you suck at ranged combat. Best to have you up front where you can actually do something.”

“...And that was supposed to be the nice answer?”

Fie shrugged, “You have what? One technique that can hit enemies at a distance? I think even Ash has you beat at range with his weird axe and chain weapon.”

“You... aren't entirely wrong, I suppose.” See? The nice answer. “But now you have me curious as to what your painful response would be?”

“That's easy. You're boring. We're gonna have uh...” She tried to think of the right word, “...girl talk and you definitely wouldn't fit in.”

Despite being the meaner of the two responses Kurt merely rolled his eyes in amusement before picking up his pace to join up with the others, “Fine. I was already planning on fighting at the front regardless. Still, I refuse to believe that any of you have any idea what 'girl talk' actually means.”

Wow. What a world they lived in when Kurt Vander of all people was taking a shot at her. Of course they knew what girl talk was. They were girls after all! The topics girls loved to gossip about were...

Uh...

“Fluffy pancakes and Swimming?”

“Sports and our hometowns?”

“Nap places and explosives?”

O-Oh. A sense of dejection fell over Fie, one that both Juna and Altina seemed to share. For some reason even though they had won the battle at forcing Kurt to fight it still kinda felt like a loss for the three of them.

Despite her nonchalance Fie took her support role seriously. Sure she didn't need to jump into every melee and wear herself out, but that was no excuse for her to not remain alert and ready to act at any moment. The boys plus Musse had been doing pretty well, but there were a couple instances where she had to thread a round through her comrades to interrupt a monster trying to cast arts, and one sneaky creature trying to flank Musse met its end as a result of a hasty lunge to assist her friend.

Since she wasn't doing much fighting she took the time to appreciate Musse and Ash's fighting styles even further than she had at Orchis Tower. They were classmates now, after all, and given Class VII's previous track record she had no doubt they would eventually end up in even crazier situations in the future. Best to figure out how she'd work with them when the time came.

Despite her orbal rifle being slower and less destructive than Fie's gunswords she couldn't deny the skill the mint-haired girl used with it. Quick accurate shots directed towards weak points to provide openings for the powerful but slow arts she seemed to favor made for a lethal combination. Her timing and ability to coordinate were quite good too as Fie watched as Musse's link partner – Rean, obviously – was able to disengage himself from a group of monsters almost the exact instant the student finish her cast, leaving no chance for the monsters to evade the attack.

Despite being polar opposites Ash reminded Fie of the time she fought alongside Laura. Except where the swordmaster fought with skill and grace her newest classmate fought like a berserker, relying on strength, fury, and a high tolerance to pain to overwhelm his foes. He couldn't hold a candle to the Arseid, but he was a strong fighter regardless. Fie couldn't help but think of the times Zephyr fought against the Red Constellation.

That he'd fit in with them like a glove was a surprisingly unsettling thought to the former jaeger.

Overall, even if their personalities left a lot to be desired Fie was pleased at what the new additions added to their fighting capabilities. That they both worked well with their link partners despite this being the first time the pairings had worked together was another good sign. A small part of her was regretting her chance to sit back and let Kurt take that final spot – maybe she'd get a chance to sub in at some point.

Things got interesting about midway through the keep when they encountered a giant crab enemy. A tough monster, sure, but nothing they wouldn't be able to handle. She was confident the others could handle it without her needing to assist.

...Which was why she was completely off guard when Rean used his Spirit Unification.

At first she thought it was just some insane flex from their teacher, but after a few seconds she noticed one very important detail – He was in full control. A subtle glance towards the cat that had been tagging along showed what could only be smug satisfaction on Celine's face.

So this was the result of their secret training together?

To her side Altina appeared agitated as she nervously shuffled from one foot to the other. It was clear to the silver-haired girl that her friend wanted to intervene, but at the same time wanted to trust her partner in his attempts at controlling his power. So in the end the frustrated girl could only stand by silently as Rean and the others engaged – albeit with Claiomh Solais summoned and ready to go at a moment's notice.

Despite feeling a little nervous herself Fie once again began analyzing the battle before her. Elite jaegers could use War Cry to enhance their power, sure, but that technique came with a lot of downsides to ones health. Rean's Spirit Unification didn't seem to have any of those problems... As long as he remained in control, that was. Instead the teacher gained swiftness enough to match anything she could pull off while gaining a strength and durability boost as well. Even his sword techniques changed when he transformed with his Gale especially becoming a much different and more complex variant that he called the Arcane Gale.

Obviously with improvements like that the stupid crab monster didn't stand a ghost of a chance. It was dead before Ash could even act, much to the punk's annoyance and Fie's amusement.

“Phew... Totally under control.” Despite his seeming confidence before the battle Rean seemed pretty relieved as the power faded from his body, “Guess that means it worked.”

Beyond the help he'd been receiving from Celine the biggest contributor to his willingness to use his power came thanks to a nifty little pendant he showed them that Emma made for him. Given that Fie had absolutely no understanding of magic she couldn't say much about it other than it looked cool, but presumably the piece of jewelry had some kind of spell to suppress his power. Pretty nifty thing.

She'd never admit it, but Fie was glad he had that safety net available to him now. Given how powerful Spirit Unification made him, going berserk in the middle of a fight would end poorly for all of them. At best she might be able to evade him for some time, but eventually she'd slip up or he'd target her friends instead.

All outcomes would be terrible.

Ash and Musse seemed pretty chill about his transformation, all things considered. The former simply waved it off while the latter made a horny comment, surprising absolutely nobody. All in all the experience was a positive one for Class VII, although all of them were glad that he promised to only use his powers in moderation.

Both because while none would admit it they were worried about him and because they wanted to get stronger without him carrying future battles for them.

With that distraction out of the way the group continued through the keep. Thanks to the occasional direction provided by Tita or George the seven of them made solid progress through the keep. Monsters were slain, mazes were solved, and eventually they found themselves at the standard boss door at the end.

“Is everyone ready?” Rean nodded approvingly as they all provided assent one way or the other, “We don't know what the professor has planned for us, but given our increased strength I wouldn't be surprised if the enemy ahead is beyond anything we've fought in here before. I want all of you to be ready to fight.”

In other words break time was over for Fie.

The room was empty, as usual, but that meant nothing for the students of Class VII. Given how the previous trials had gone their enemy should be appearing in a ball of light right about...

Yup. There it was. There was only one thought going through the silver-haired girl's mind as the ball began to take shape into something large and dangerous.

Please don't be a Magic Knight. Please don't be a Magic Knight. Please don't-

Luckily Aidios was on Fie's side as the thing that appeared wasn't a Magic Knight. It was a Cryptid. Juna's groan of despair was music to her ears.

Still, it didn't matter whether it was a Magic Knight or a Cryptid. It was still their enemy and one she was more than ready to dispose of. She had no doubt it would still be a troublesome opponent, but now that Class VII was larger, more experienced, and with a teacher capable of boosting his power to an absurd degree?

Yeah. It didn't have a chance at all. Fie accepted the first combat link sent her way – Ash, surprisingly – before unleashing a charge towards their enemy.

“How come you didn't mention this to me? I thought we were a team?”

“Ahah... Sorry, Fie, but we wanted this to be a surprise.”

Said girl could only pout in response. Sure the answer made sense, but still...

The last thing she or the rest of Class VII had expected when they exited Einhel Keep was to be ambushed by Rean's sister. Come to find out she – with help from Tita and Towa – had prepared a special reward for Class VII.

A picnic lunch.

It would've been a perfect chance for the former soldier to enhance her cooking aptitude, but she couldn't even be all that mad because the food was really good and she was hungry! With annoyance the girl jabbed her fork with more force than was needed, watching bitterly as the very tender chicken fell apart under her petulant assault.

Sure she knew that Tita and Towa were good cooks, but Elise too? Just how long would it took for a neophyte like her to reach this level!?

Alongside the three cooks and all of Class VII were Celine and George. Watching the former gnaw away at a fish almost as large as the cat was almost adorable enough for Fie to almost forget about her annoyance and her rivalry with the familiar. Almost.

“Alright, I have to ask...” Juna's question broke Fie from her reverie, “Just how in Aidios' name does Professor Schmidt keep getting all these things into the keep? Cryptids, Magic Knights, archaisms... it seems impossible!”

The former jaeger blinked. That... was a really good question. She wasn't the only one to turn her gaze to Schmidt's two disciples as all of her classmates, Elise, and even the two teachers seemed just as curious.

Under their combined gaze Tita shrank meekly, “U-Um. I'm actually not sure. I know the archaisms are usually created on-site, but the rest is a mystery even to me. I've tried asking Professor Schmidt about it before, but he'd always tell me to-”

“Stop asking pointless questions and focus on your work?” Her fellow engineer grumbled out causing Tita to nod, “Yep. The more things change the more they stay the same, I guess. Schmidt is a crotchety old goat at the best of times, but there's no denying he's unparalleled at what he does. I doubt even Makarov would have the answer to that question.”

“Can't you follow him or something?” The former jaeger asked, “I could give you some tips on being stealthy if that'd help. Wanna know how to pick a lock?”

“Fie!”

The girl gave an innocent shrug at Towa's scandalized look, “What? You're just as curious as the rest of us.”

“I... uh...”

Luckily for the teacher George was there to come to her defense, “I tried it once. It won't work. The guy hardly ever sleeps. If you want to stake him out all night long multiple days in a row be my guest, but I definitely didn't have the stamina for it.

A multi-night stakeout just to sate her curiosity? Not happening. “Altina can do it. She's always so proud of Claiomh Solais' supposedly superior stealth abilities.”

“...I will make you rue the day you were born.”

Elise let out a giggle, “I'm so glad that Rean has friends and students as lively as you guys. He can be a handful at the best of times, but please continue to look after him.”

“Elise...” Haha. It was funny seeing Rean so flustered.

“Don't worry, my future sister-in law. I'll be quite certain to keep both eyes on Instructor Rean as often as possible.” No questions needed as to who was the one who said that.

“No problem!” At least Juna seemed more honest with her reaction, “It's the least we can do after all the funny stories you told us about our Instructor last night!”

Fie could pinpoint the exact moment when her teacher froze, horror etched on his expression, “...What exactly did you tell them?”

“Mmm...” Elise seemed thoughtfully before giving her brother an impish expression, “I can't remember!”

“What the hell!?” Ash protested angrily, “You guys got all the dirt on Schwarzer? Share some with the rest of us, dammit!”

“My apologies, but that information has been deemed classified. Only a select few individuals are allowed to possess it.” Altina somehow managed to look dead serious even as she teased the vastly taller boy.

Ash continued to fume while Kurt, Towa, and George merely seemed confused. Fie for her part turned to their ashen-faced teacher before simply mouthing the words 'Creepy Sheep'.

Rean looked about ready to sob.

With that extra bit of chaos added to the mix Fie decided to relax and enjoy the rest of her meal in peaceful quiet. With food in her belly and the sun bearing down on her this would've been the perfect time for a nap, but instead she contented herself to listen to the conversations going around her. Rean was talking with his sister about home. Juna was scolding Musse for being Musse. And Ash was trying to steal food from Kurt.

Fie perked up. That last one was kinda interesting. The Vander – who was sitting next to her – was entirely focused on shielding his food from the predator named Ash. While he was doing a solid job of warding off the primary threat, by focusing entirely on Ash he was leaving himself vulnerable to a sneak attack from an opportunistic third party.

As his sparring partner she saw fit to teach him the error of his ways. Or at least that was how she justified to herself stealing a piece of his omelet.

“Hey, Vander! Look behind you!”

“Really Ash? I'm not going to fall for a ploy that simple.”

“I'm serious!”

“It's the oldest trick in the book. I honestly expected more from you.”

Fie shot the others a victory sign even as she popped the liberated meal into her mouth. Rean and Towa tried to give her a stern look, but it failed as both teachers were clearly amused.

Yep. This was nice. The good mood probably wouldn't last long as they'd soon be meeting to learn which part of Erebonia they'd soon find themselves caught in the middle of a crisis at – not that they all didn't already strongly suspect Ordis, but for now she was content to relax, enjoy the rest of her free day, and spread a little more chaos as she went.

“H-Hey!? What happened to my lunch!?”

Chapter Text

“Thanks a lot for agreeing to help me out!”

“No problem, but you do know this is me we're talking about, right?” Fie pointed out blandly, “Not sure how good I'm gonna be at this whole finding gifts thing.”

Tita waved off her friend's concerns with a laugh, “Just having you around is a big help. Plus, I think you'll do better at this than you do. The people I'm looking to find gifts for aren't exactly the most normal.”

“You saying I'm a weirdo?”

“Wh-What!? N-No that's-” Tita trailed off upon seeing the teasing smirk on her friend's face, “...You're starting to sound like Musse.”

“Wow. That was uncalled for.” Both girls laughed a little at the expense of their mutual friend, “Tell me about the people you want to find gifts for?”

She put a finger to her lip in thought, “Well two of them are bracers...”

“Bracers? You do know I was a jaeger, right? My only real experience with bracers is an older woman who loves to drink-”

“I didn't know you've met Schera before?”

“Schera? Nope. The one I know is named Sara. Rean's old teacher, actually. Kinda depressing to think there's someone just like her in Liberl. Is she just as annoying with a bad habit of complaining about her nonexistent love-life?”

Tita blinked at the pained expression on her friend's face. Just what kind of experience did the girl have with this Sara? Still... “Not at all! Schera has been like a big sister to me and the others. Plus I think she has a thing going on with Olivier- Prince Olivert.”

“Huh. Interesting. But I think I've gotten us off track, sorry.”

The young engineer blinked at the realization, “Oh, you're right... The first one is for a woman just a couple years older than us. She's very active, energetic, optimistic, and loves to help people. She's helped me out of so much trouble in the past and I want to find something to show her how much I appreciate her...”

“Huh. Sounds kinda like Rean, but... brighter.”

Tita giggled. Fie didn't know just how on the nose she was with that assessment.

“The other bracer is her partner. In a way he's kinda her opposite. But even though he's a lot quieter he can be just as supportive as her. And his fighting style is a lot like yours, focusing on speed and stealth with his twin blades!”

“Interesting...” Her friend drawled out thoughtfully, “When you say they're partners, do you mean they're just partners or are they partner partners?”

Even though the question made no sense on paper Tita couldn't help but blush slightly and look away, “...The latter.” She whispered out as she thought about her two older friends and the cute couple they made.

“Nice.” Fie teased with a knowing grin, “I bet you're jealous, aren't you? Bet there's a certain someone you wish would-”

“Fie!” Now her blush took up her entire face, “Stop teasing me! You're just as bad as Musse and Renne!”

“Renne... Is that the last one you wanna get something for?”

Tita calmed herself with a nod, “Yeah! She's my best friend. She can be a little awkward at times because she was alone for so long, but now she has the rest of us and will do everything she can to protect her new family.”

“Protect her new family, huh...” Fie adopted a surprisingly warm smile, “I think I'd like to meet your friends some day.”

“Me too. You'll love them.”

“While we're doing this I'm gonna be looking for something to send to Boss and the other in Zephyr. Dunno if we'll find anything good, but it can't hurt to keep an eye out.” Fie paused and tilted her head, “They aren't as creative as your friends. Just imagine three old guys with a love of violence, gambling, and drinking.”

Tita couldn't help but sweatdrop a little at that description, “U-Um... Alright.”

“Hehe... Let's get going.”

Together the two students made their way into town. There were plenty of shops to check out and for a moment Tita was plagued with a bout of indecisiveness. Luckily she had a friend to bail her out, “How about we check out Carnegie's first?”

The book store? The engineer considered it for a moment. Maybe Estelle would like something from there? “Alright. Let's go.”

Upon entering the shop she made a beeline for the nearest shelf and began browsing the shelves. Nothing was immediately jumping out at her, but there were a lot of books and she was sure something would catch her eye-

“This one would be a pretty good gift.”

Tita blinked. She wasn't expecting Fie to shove a book into her hands. The title didn't really tell her much about it, but she didn't think it was the kind of story Estelle would like. “What is it?”

“It's a book from an up and coming author I met in Heimdallr named Dorothee.”

“Dorothee? I feel like I've heard that name before...”

“She's a Thors graduate from Rean's class. Go ahead and check it out.”

Tita – trusting girl that she was – saw no reason to refuse Fie's request and so opened the book to read the beginning of the book.

Had she only looked up at that moment she would've noticed the devilish grin on her friend's face and realized the peril she was in.

Curious eyes rove back and forth across the page. The first few pages detailed the adventures of two young men. It didn't seem like a bad story, but she couldn't imagine someone like Estelle wanting to read it, especially as the two heroes-

Wait.

What were they doing!?

W-W-What is this!?

“Haha. I bet we could grill meat on your face with how much you're steaming.”

The glowing engineer tore her gaze from the accursed book, “Y-Y-You! Why did you give this to me!?”

“Hot, right? I heard she's already hard at work with the sequel that'll add a third character. Can't wait to see what happens when-”

“Stop! Stooooop!” Tita knew her reaction was playing into her friend's teasing hands, but she couldn't help herself, “T-This is... I can't give this away as a gift!”

“Aww. That's too bad. Only idea I had, too.” The Liberlian watched with great focus as Fie took the nasty book and placed it back on the shelf, making sure to keep tabs of which shelf it was on.

...That was so she'd know where not to look the next time she came into this store, of course!

With that terrible idea a bust the two girls separated to peruse the selection in the shop. Tita knew that Estelle wasn't much of a reader, so maybe she should be looking into something with more pictures? But it also needed to be about something more suited to her tastes...

One book in the non-fiction section caught her eyes. 'Scenery of Erebonia'. Opening it she was grateful to not be bombarded with smut this time. Instead it was just like the cover stated – pictures of natural places in Erebonia. Given how much of a bad reputation the Empire had in Liberl she couldn't help but think it would be a good gift to show Estelle the softer side of this country she'd grown to care about.

“Oh, that's not a bad idea.”

“Fie!?” Sure Tita knew her club mate was stealthy, but to have the silver-haired girl peering over her shoulder without her noticing was insane!

“If she's anything like me than this book's probably the best one you can find. Little actual reading, but lots of cool pictures. I kinda like it. Wouldn't mind taking a nap in some of these places.”

Tita blinked. That wasn't exactly glowing praise in her eyes, but at the same time Fie did give the same kind of vibe as Estelle. Two people who would rather be actively doing things instead of studying. So if the book was interesting to Fie than it should work for Estelle, right?

That theory sounded good enough for her to decide upon the book.

As she went to check out she noticed her friend was carrying something in her hand... “Are those Vantage Master cards?”

The silver-haired girl glanced down at the objects in her hand, “Yup. They have some nice high-level Natials on sale.”

“That's not your gift, is it?”

“Nah. These are just for me.”

Tita laughed nervously, “R-Right. That makes sense. I can't imagine any jaegers would want playing cards as a gift.”

“Actually...” Fie's interjection caused Tita to freeze, “...I bet the guys at Zephyr all have top tier decks of their own. VM feels like it'd be right up a jaeger's alley.”

“R-Really!?” The engineer tried to picture it. It didn't help that the only jaeger she really knew was the Enhanced Jaeger she spent time with in Phantasma.

What was his name again? Godbert?

Either way, despite the jaeger being the most forgettable person she had ever met Tita couldn't ever imagine him being capable of playing something complex like Vantage Masters. It was completely unfathomable.

But then again from what she knew he was a very far cry from most other jaegers. If the others were more like Fie than it would make perfect sense for them to sit around and play games when they were off the battlefield...

“S-So...!” She exclaimed, mostly to shake herself from those weird thoughts, “No luck finding a gift here?”

“Nah. But I'm not worried about it. I actually have a few ideas that I wanna check out in some of the other shops.”

Well, at least she sounded confident. That was enough for Tita. Quickly the two girls paid for their goods before exiting the shop. Since Fie seemed to have a destination in mind she allowed the other girl to take the lead, which was done with little hesitation.

The trip was a short one and soon enough the two were standing in front of the next shop, “The boutique?”

“Yep. I think Xeno and Leo could do with something ugly for leaving me on my own without a word for two years.”

“Ahaha...” On one hand that sounded cruel to Tita, but it wasn't like she could hope to imagine the pain her friend must've gone through from that abandonment. The fact she was willing to send them a gift at all was a good sign!

...At least she hoped it was.

As the two girls entered the store the Liberlian considered her own needs. She couldn't imagine someone as stylish and connected as Renne wanting something from a small shop like this, but maybe she could find something for Joshua...?

“Hmm...” Fie meanwhile was a font of energy as she sped from one table to the next as she looked at anything and everything she could. Tita couldn't help but stare as her friend picked up a Mishy-themed hat, “Think they'd like something like this?”

“Uh...” A part of her wanted to be supportive of her friend's choice, but that part was small compared to the rest of her that saw the hat for the gaudy mess it was, “No...?”

“Good.” The silver-haired girl bobbed her head happily, but after a second her movement faded and grinned died on her face, “...But the thought of a rival jaeger shooting Mishy while aiming at them isn't a good one. Maybe I should try something else...?”

Once again Tita found herself goggling at her friend. Whatever was going through her head in that moment was completely alien to the engineer from Liberl. Jaeger families were something else entirely.

Although maybe she should get something like that Mishy hat for her dad? It was ugly, but it was the kind of thing he'd find funny. And it wasn't like he was getting shot at anymore...

She shook that thought out of her head... for now. This was a trip to find things for her friends. Dad, Mom, and Grandpa could wait a little while longer.

Joshua. She was focusing on Joshua right now. She needed to find something for Joshua.

With that mantra in mind she began to search. There were a lot of things that looked like they might be interesting, but she wasn't sure she should commit to any of those purchases. There was one major doubt holding her back...

“What kind of clothes do guys like to wear?”

Fie tilted her head. She placed a finger to her lips. She hummed thoughtfully. “Dunno.” She answered at last.

That wasn't at all what she was hoping to hear.

Her friend must've noticed her despair as she gave a shrug, “...But even if I have no clue what a guy I've never met would like to wear I think we can narrow it down a lot. He's a bracer, which means he probably travels a lot, yeah?”

“Yeah he... Oh!” Tita gasped as realization set in, “You think I should get him something good for traveling, right?”

That was sage advice, and one the blonde-girl took to heart. The store wasn't all that big, but there were plenty of things she saw that were both practical for traveling and for fighting. Joshua was always pretty tight-lipped about the kind of things he liked, but given how long she's known him she was hopeful she could find something he'd like enough to wear.

Her eyes were drawn to a collection of hats. Maybe something like that knit cap on display would work?

“How about these?” She was shaken from her musings as Fie held up an object for her to examine, “Stregas. The best kind of sneakers. Can go hundreds of selge in one of these babies without them wearing down, and they're pretty good in a fight too.”

It was a tempting suggestion, undoubtedly, but there was one massive flaw with the idea keeping Tita from accepting, “I don't think that'd work. Estelle's a massive Strega fan. She'd probably keep them for herself if I tried giving them to him...”

“Smart girl.” Fie didn't seem at all phased by her refusal, “Well how about we go a level higher? It's a bit pricey, but these combat boots over here are just as good. Durable enough to last, but surprisingly light despite their appearances. A favorite for a lot of jaegers and other paramilitary groups.”

Combat boots...? Tita inspected the offered ware. They certainly looked like comfortable boots, not that she was even remotely an expert in the field. Price was no real issue for her either. It sounded pretty good to her and she was fairly sure she could guesstimate his shoe sized based on how tall he was when she left Liberl...

In the end she decided to place her faith in her friend, turning away from the knit hats for good in favor of grabbing the boots Fie had selected and paying for them. With that mission finished Fie began humming a cheery little tune as she went back to searching for something else, presumably for her jaeger friends.

“Why hello there...”

Her friend's outburst drew Tita's attention back to her even as she was in the middle of paying for her gift, “Check this out!” Fie exclaimed as she held up her prize, “Tacky, right?”

Tacky was indeed the best way to describe the funny looking hat in her hands, “That's a... bucket hat, right?” It was a fairly large thing, black with a full rim around it.

“I think so. But that's not the important thing...” Fie held up her other hand, showing she was holding an identical hat there too, “I can go twins on them! One for Xeno and one for Leo. They're ugly as hell but it's the kind of ugly I could totally see those guys wearing!”

Yet again Tita couldn't help but laugh nervously. Zephyr had retreated from Hamel by the time she and the other students had arrived, so she had no idea what the two in question looked like, so she could only draw a vague picture in her head at how strange the two veteran jaegers would look in it.

On the plus side in the unlikely event she ever came across two scary looking people wearing those hats she'd instantly know who they were. That'd give her plenty of time to run away before things get dangerous. Or maybe she'd chew their ears out for what they did to her friend. Either way.

Regardless, despite some of the choices being a little questionable in her mind they had both successfully managed to find gifts for two of the three people they were looking for. Just one final push and their goals would be complete!

“I'd say our best bets are the imports shop or the illegal black market. Which one do you wanna try out?”

There was a part in her mind that was adamant Renne would definitely be more at home in the black market. Despite leaving Ouroboros and adopting a Bright outlook on life there was no denying her friend still had a vicious streak to her that would likely never go away. So rationally speaking that would be the more correct choice...

“Let's try the import shop first.” Too bad for Renne she was the one picking out gifts! She was going to get her friend something nice and she'd simply have to accept that!

“So you're getting something for your... dad?” She asked once the two girls arrived at Nyo-Sui-An and began scouring the shelves for inspiration.

“He pretty much was.” Fie agreed without hesitation, “He's a gruff guy, and the scariest man you'd ever meet if he was your enemy, but to me he was the guy always looking out for me, teaching me how to live and fight, and just being a fun person to be around.” This time the silver-haired former jaeger did pause in her speech, “...And I guess I owe him for setting things up for me to end up at a place like this.”

Tita couldn't help but smile at her friend's uncharacteristically soft expression, “He sounds like a great man. I wish I could say I'd love to meet him myself, but considering you just said he's the scariest man to meet as an enemy...”

“Oh yeah, for sure. If you ever see him on a battlefield just run. He's never been one to kill unless necessary, so if you're lucky he'll be feeling merciful and just break your weapons, break your leg, and leave you stranded there, especially if he finds out you're my friend.”

T-That was merciful? Just another ugly reminder that the jaegers she and the others fought in Liberl weren't the real deal at all. “T-Thanks for the advice...?”

With those words of terrifying wisdom Tita decided to refocus her efforts on finding a gift for Renne. Outside of the plethora of fishing gear – which in hindsight might've made a better gift for Estelle – the place was stocked with all sorts of oddities from Eastern Zemuria. Assorted foodstuffs, curious knickknacks, and other items of note from distant lands that she'd love to one day visit.

But which of them would suit Renne best? Sure her friend would probably appreciate any novelty or food item she sent her, but given her ugly past in Ouroboros it was likely she'd already experienced a lot of what this shop had to offer. Whatever Tita found would need to be something the brilliant girl would appreciate, both in her current life as a student at Jenis and her alternative life as a former assassin fighting alongside Estelle and the others.

“Hey, check this out.”

Fie's voice drew her from her reverie. Curiously the girl sought out her friend, finding her staring at a display filled with eastern tea, “Oh, does your dad like tea?” Come to think of it, wouldn't tea be a good gift for Renne...?

“Huh? Nah. I'm looking at this booze over here.”

...Renne did like her tea parties, after all. While she was sure the girl had far more connections than she did and probably had all the tea she could ever need, it wasn't exactly something one could carry around with them wherever they went. A fancy eastern tea like this might be hard for her friend to acquire in the middle of Ruan-

...Wait, what?

Tita focused her attention onto her friend, and sure enough Fie was staring wistfully at a bottle of some dangerous looking drink, “Y-You can't buy that!”

“Huh? Why not?” Fie asked in genuine curiosity.

“Because you're a minor?”

“But I'm not getting it for me! It's for the Boss!”

This time it was the shop-owner who interjected, “Sorry, but she's right. Doesn't matter if it isn't for you, there's no way I'm gonna sell booze to a minor.”

“But... but...” Her friend flailed about for a moment before perking up, “What if I get someone else to buy it! Can even have them bring a box ready to be shipped out immediately so I never need to touch it!”

Tita almost scoffed. There was no way the elderly shop owner would go for something like that- “Well... Normally I'd refuse...” He paused and hummed thoughtfully, “If the one placing the order seems reputable enough I'll bite, how 'bout that?”

Fie grinned before pulling out her ARCUS and dialing a number. Tita could only stare in shock and confusion. Just who could she possibly be calling? There was no way Instructors Rean or Towa would ever agree to something like this. Randolph, perhaps? Maybe the principal?

Either way while Fie chatted it up with an unknown person out of earshot Tita selected her teas and made her purchase. That meant she was fully done with her goal! And all of the gifts felt right to her. Hopefully her friends would love them!

A few minutes later and there was an unknown scratching sound at the door. With a smile on her face Fie went and opened it. “And here's my deliverer.”

Tita wasn't sure who to expect to see walking into the shop. But never in her wildest imaginations could she have imagined that Fie's helper...

Was a little puppy?!

Blinking twice did little to dispel the illusion she was witnessing. Not only was it a small dog, but crudely strapped to its back was an empty shipping container as large as it was. And yet the puppy didn't seem to mind at all as it trotted up to Fie before giving a happy bark.

“Good boy, Cerberus.” Fie praised before turning to the two gobsmacked humans, “His owner has the connections needed to get this stuff sent to Boss and the others. Gonna cost me a small fortune, but at least I know it'll get done right.”

“U-Um...” It took a moment for the stunned engineer to regain her voice, “I'm not sure that's gonna work.”

“Why not?” Fie looked genuinely confused.

Tita rolled her eyes, her usual patience and composure fading slightly at the absurd sight in front of her, “Because selling alcohol to a dog is the dumbest idea I've ever heard?!”

“Aww. Don't be like that.” After waving her off the former jaeger turned her attention back to the old man who was still staring in shock at the excitable little puppy, “How 'bout it? I can guarantee that Cerberus here is as reliable as they come.”

Tita joined her insane friend in staring at the shop-owner, waiting for him to shoot down the crazy idea, “W-Well. Your friend is right. Even if the law doesn't specify dogs I'm pretty sure it's still against the law-”

Hah. Take that, Fie!

“...Buuuut, thanks to your help the fishing business has been booming this last month. So I suppose I might be willing to look the other way just this once, so long as you put the drink into the box and seal it before leaving the shop.”

What the hell!? He was going along with this crazy idea!?

“Great!” As if adding insult to the injury the entire scene was Tita was forced to watch as the silver-haired girl placed all three gifts she had purchased into the box. It had to have been as heavy as the puppy itself and yet Cerberus didn't flinch at all. As much as Tita had come to love this place and the people in it, there was an undeniable truth that she hadn't wanted to admit until this moment.

Erebonia was weird.

“Hey guys, check this out!”

Xeno's exuberant cry drew Rutger Claussell from his maintenance of his weapon, “What's up? Get the supplies alright?”

“Of course, Boss, but that wasn't the only thing I got.” The lanky jaeger held up a nondescript box for him and Leo to spy, “A package was delivered for us. No name on the box, but the dealer said it came from Neinvalli”. He paused for dramatic effect, “The Leeves Neinvalli, to be exact.”

Oh? That was interesting. They hadn't ordered anything from Neinvalli lately, and that shop wouldn't send it like a normal parcel anyways. There was only one explanation that came to his mind.

“I suppose it's from Fie, then.” Seemed Leo was of the same mind as him.

“Heh. So our wayward fairy sent something to her family, huh? Well, what are you waiting for? Open it up!”

His order spurred his two subordinates into action. While Leonidas merely shifted closer for a better look, Xeno was hard at work opening the box. Despite the nonchalance in his actions Rutger knew his Trap-master was keeping a careful eye in the unlikely case of a booby trap.

Wouldn't have been the first time someone tried to get them with the old bomb in a box trick. Probably wouldn't be the last time, either.

Unsurprisingly nothing exploded in their faces once he finally cracked the box open. Despite his own curiosity Rutger hung back and watched as the contents of the box were revealed, “Heeeey! I think she sent us gifts!”

“Matching hats, huh?” Leo mused as he and Xeno pulled out the presents that could only be for them. With all the reverence possible the massive man placed the funny looking hat on his head, “I like it.”

“Yeah! Me too! I'll wear this for a long time!” Frankly Rutger thought his two subordinates looked silly wearing those bucket hats together like that, but if it made them happy who was he to complain?

“This one must be for you, Boss!” With growing interest he took the offered bottle from Xeno. Huh. He knew the brand. Some of the finest booze to enter his stomach wore this label. Given everything that's been happening in the east the reincarnated jaeger wasn't sure he'd get to taste it again. Good on Fie for recognizing quality like that.

On the other hand...

“I can't believe my little girl is buying alcohol like this...” He shook his head in dismay, “And that teacher of hers is supposed to be there to prevent something like this!”

Had he been wrong in entrusting Fie to someone else?

“Perhaps you should have stern words for them the next time we meet?”

The Jaeger King nodded to Leo's suggestion, “I think I will.”

He glanced at his two most trusted commanders. Despite saying nothing both Xeno and Leo gave matching nods at his unspoken question, confirming they were ready for what was to come next. “Alright, let's pack it up. We gotta be in Lamare by tomorrow.”

Rutger had a feeling his next meeting with Fie and her classmates wouldn't be that far away.

Chapter Text

Fie wasn't a religious person. She had nothing against those who were, but after the childhood she'd lived it was impossible to believe that there was a higher being up there looking out for everyone. The world was too cruel a place for something like that.

But piloting the Kestrel Beta? Maybe there was something to the church because it felt like she'd died and gone to Aidios herself.

Tita had promised her she'd like the speedy soldat, but that had been the understatement of the century. The Kestrel was pure speed. Quick to react and quicker to move. Every problem she had with the standard Drakkhen had been corrected by whoever was responsible for making such a perfect machine.

Now that she thought about it, wasn't the original creator Schmidt? Maybe Tita was right in that that crusty old bastard wasn't that bad a guy after all...

The academy field wasn't big enough for her to go all out in the school's newest machine, but that didn't stop her from trying to boost the engine to the maximum as she raced around the area as quickly as possible. She at least put forth a token effort in evading the other students practicing in soldats, but if any of them got in her way it was on their heads, not hers.

It was beyond what the students were supposed to be doing, but if both Rean and Randy were willing to allow her to flex her piloting muscles then she was more than happy to oblige. Too bad the super fast flying Aion had already defeated back in Crossbell, 'cause she would've loved the chance to take it on in this machine.

Maybe she should practice with her soldat gunblades next? Or maybe she should try flying around in the Kestrel. That'd be a lot of fun too-

“Alright, Fie. I think you've had enough time. You need to let the others have a try.”

She was smart enough to end Rean's transmission in time so he couldn't see her petulant pout. Why did the others need to try the Kestrel? This was her machine, from now until the end of time.

Grudgingly she followed the orders of her superior, ending her time with the machine that had stolen her heart. She scoffed as Wayne followed after her – there was no way a muscle-head like that was gonna do anything in the nimble Kestrel Beta.

“Seems like you had fun.” Juna's comment was almost enough to break Fie from her condescending observation – Did Wayne really expect to get good speed with the Kestrel's legs placed so close together? Amateur.

“I am not surprised that you would be the most proficient member of our class in the Kestrel.”

Altina's follow up finally gave Fie the motivation needed to tear her gaze away from the pathetic spectacle in front of her, “Yeah, well. It's fast. I'm fast. Pretty obvious, don't you think?”

Musse let out a giggle, “It's a shame. I really enjoyed my time in the Kestrel as well. It's a perfect machine for mobile sniping. Still, it's apparent to me that you're the best choice to pilot it in our class. Too bad the Branch Campus only has the one Kestrel... for now, at least.”

Something about the way Musse said that last bit hinted at something the rest of them were oblivious to, but right now Fie was still riding her speed high and couldn't be bothered to care.

“The Kestrel is powerful, but I much prefer the balance of the new Spiegel.” Kurt interjected, being as lame and boring as ever.

“Balance sucks. Speed is all that matters. Therefore the Kestrel is way better!”

“How can you make that judgment when you haven't even ridden the Spiegel yet?” The swordsman protested, “Our instructions were clear – all students must experience both models before the end of the lesson.”

Fie rolled her eyes, there was an easy solution to that, “Hey, Randy!” She called out as she approached one of the supervising teachers, “It's cool if I skip piloting the other soldat, right?”

“Eh, why not?” The older man responded easily enough, with the two former jaegers earning a dirty look from Rean for their efforts, “What? We both know she's far better suited for the Kestrel. Wouldn't have earned the name Sylphid otherwise.”

Rean tried to keep the stern look, but it was hard as the corners of his lips curled upwards, “Fine. Not a fan of you skipping half the assignment because you feel like it, but there's no denying your performance in the Kestrel was exceptionally good for a first timer. Just know that you're volunteering yourself for the first bout once we begin sparring sessions later.”

The silver-haired student gave an easy shrug at that demand. She was more than fine with that, especially as it meant she'd be back in her beloved mech sooner rather than later. She almost felt bad for whatever student or teacher would find themselves as her opponent later. She'd hold nothing back against them.

Three hours later and Fie found herself regretting that earlier confidence.

The reason for those regrets? Her opponent – A Golden Spiegel piloted by none other than the Golden Rakshasa herself.

She still wasn't quite sure where it had all gone wrong. After everyone had gotten their chance at piloting both new machines Rean and Randy had told them all that they'd be fighting as groups against the two of them. Both instructors were skilled, of course, but as Fie got into her Kestrel alongside Ash, Juna, and Kurt she couldn't help but think they had the match in the bag. Rean wasn't in his Divine Knight, both teachers were likely to hold back a bit, her classmates were all quite strong in their own machines, and even with Ash as a new addition she was confident in their teamwork. It should've been an easy win.

So naturally that was when their psychopath of a principal appeared in her intimidating golden machine. Like an unstoppable typhoon she swept onto the field, practically shoved the two teachers out of her way, and challenged Class VII to a match against herself. Even from inside her machine they could all feel the legendary warrior's barely contained blood lust as she drew her blade and prepared to take all of them on.

Fie tried to psych herself up. Their victory condition was to land a single clean hit on Aurelia's machine. With the four of them working together that shouldn't be too hard... right?

The jaeger veteran hesitated even as Rean gave the signal to begin the match – She and her classmates hadn't gotten the chance to formulate any sort of strategy and she wanted to see how the others responded before making any moves herself-

“Raaaaagh!” ...Only to watch in shocked disbelief as unlike them Aurelia Le Guin didn't hesitate for even a moment as she charged across the battlefield like a raging monster, scattering Fie and the other hapless students before her.

Three of them were successful in placing distance between them and the golden Spiegel opposing them. Unfortunately for Juna she was the one their principal was focused on and her attempts at fleeing were futile as the deadly machine continued to close the gap. Fie launched some hasty bullets and Kurt made a desperate counter charge, but Aurelia ignored them as she swung her mighty blade, easily crushing through Juna's hasty defenses and sending the Crossbellian's Spiegel to the ground in a heap.

The silver-haired girl winced – Even if this was a simple sparring match a hit like that probably hurt like hell. Her friend was definitely gonna be nursing some bruises after that.

And more importantly, they were now down a member. And Kurt's attempt at rescuing Juna left him squarely in Aurelia's sights.

Not wanting to lose a second classmate before they even had a chance to fight back, Fie pushed her Kestrel to the limit as she attempted to flank their opponent. Opposite her Ash seemed to have the same idea, but the punk must've realized his slow Hector wouldn't make it in time as he reared back to launch his switchaxe towards the Golden Rakshasa.

Good. The three of them formed a triangle and Aurelia was trapped in the middle of it. There was little chance she could avoid their simultaneous attacks-

Once again she was reminded that the woman she was facing was someone at least on the level of the Boss as she pulled a seemingly impossible feat by halting her soldat's charge in an instant leaving her just out of range of Kurt's blades. While doing that she shifted her greatsword into a single hand before using the now freed one to reach up and snag Ash's weapon out of the air. Her sword-arm wasn't idle either as even without it's opposite arm it still managed to swing her massive weapon towards Fie like it weighed nothing.

It was only thanks to the Kestrel's high agility that she was able to redirect her machine out of the way in time, once again firing her gunswords hastily as she retreated away. Aurelia blocked the feeble attack, but in doing so she was forced to release Ash's weapon long enough for the blonde to retract it back to his soldat.

But all things came with a cost, and her forced retreat had caused them to fail their initial goal of backing Kurt up. The swordsman of Class VII took up a defensive stance, but against the full might of their opponent it was an impossible task.

At the very least his defeat was a lot less painful looking than Juna's had been.

With Kurt gone that just left her and Ash. Fie knew they only had a single shot at this as there was absolutely no chance either of them could score a hit on Aurelia on their own. Ash was already beginning a reckless charge towards their now stationary opponent, and she readied herself to do the same.

Even as she began her final lunge Fie could only see two possible outcomes. The more likely of the two was that either she or Ash would arrive just a little ahead of the other which would allow Aurelia to briefly ward off the lead attacker giving her enough time to absolutely demolish the trail attacker before the other could recover.

The other possibility was that their coordination was good enough for them to strike at the exact same moment. This was the better outcome, but with only the two of them a savvy veteran like the Golden Rakshasa could simply retreat away from them. Getting her to fall back would feel like a good accomplishment, except it'd mean they'd have to try again, just without an advantage in position aiding them on the next try.

And she was sure at how that would end.

Two options, both almost certainly ending in their defeat. But what if there was a third option? If the textbook approaches were useless then perhaps it was time to go with something a little more insane.

Fie sped her Kestrel to the absolute limit. This meant she'd definitely reach their opponent just before Ash. Hopefully the guy would be able to do his part, 'cause what she was about to do was going to suck in a major way.

As expected, Aurelia unleashed a wide slash with her sword. It'd cut through Fie's approach, forcing her to abort her attack, before leaving the golden machine primed and ready to take Ash head on.

Or at least that was what it was supposed to do.

Instead the suicidal jaeger threw herself into the attack before crossing her gunswords and praying to Aidios for the best. If they were on foot the overwhelming strength of Aurelia Le Guin would've blown through her defenses instantly before turning the foolish girl into a smear on the ground for her audacity in trying to block.

In soldats, however, the outcome was a little different. The Golden Rakshasa and her similarly colored Spiegel definitely held a major strength advantage, but her little Kestrel – enhanced with the forward momentum she used in her charge – gave the girl a fighting chance.

For all of one second.

Her poor Kestrel crumpled under the weight of Aurelia's attack, with the sickening sound of metal straining heralding her fall. It was a good thing her opponent had the weapon discipline to halt her attack the moment Fie failed, as she could've easily cut her Kestrel in twain, even in a friendly mock battle.

Fie groaned in exhaustion and pain from her place on the ground, but that pain was somewhat tempered by joy at hearing Randy announce the end of the match in their favor. She'd have been so unbelievably mad had Ash not managed to take advantage of her sacrifice.

With the battle over she was free to rise back to her feet. Her beloved Kestrel fought against her every step of the way and Fie knew she'd made a lot of extra work for Tita, Mint, and the others who worked on soldat maintenance. Still, they'd just faced off against the Golden Rakshasa and squeaked out a victory for their troubles. Their machines being busted up had to have been expected.

“She's a damn monster!” For once Fie found herself nodding in agreement to Ash's words.

Something which held especially true as she gazed upon their golden opponent. Whatever hit Ash landed on Aurelia must not have been that great as her soldat still looked to be almost completely pristine.

“Not a bad warm-up.” She exclaimed casually over her speaker, making Fie and the rest of Class VII feel pretty underwhelmed with their great victory, “Now for the next ones.”

Oh well, even if they had just gotten bodied badly by their psychopath of a principal at least it was over. Now they could sit back and watch as the poor sods in Class VIII got put through the same ringer. And she was quite sure they wouldn't do nearly as good as they had.

“On second thought, I need to go all out or I'll end up getting too fired up. Orlando, Schwarzer. You'll be my opponents. You two will be able to give me a proper challenge. Though Schwarzer should probably use his own machine.”

Screw watching her classmates get tossed around. A fight between Aurelia and their two combat instructors, with Rean inside Valimar?

This was going to be a fight worth watching.

The time it took for Rean to get into his Divine Knight was plenty for Fie and the rest of her classmates to get away from their soldats so they could watch the battle with Musse and Altina. It wasn't long before the three combatants took the field – Rean inside Valimar, Aurelia in her golden Spiegel, and Randy in his Hector.

It was something they were already painfully aware of, but as the battle began they were quickly reminded at just how outclassed the students were when compared to their teachers and principal.

What really bugged Fie was the realization that despite being outnumbered four to one Aurelia had still held back against them. Not so much with her overwhelming speed and strength, but in her aggressiveness. Against them after blitzing down Juna she had mostly contented herself to sit back and counter their assaults with her own, but against a pair of more dangerous opponents she was quick to take the offensive when possible, giving the two teachers as little room to maneuver as possible.

It was Randy who often found himself the target of those attacks. Despite making Ash look like a total beginner inside his Hector it was obvious to all the experienced fighters in the audience that he was the weakest link on the field. Still, to his credit the Red Reaper clearly understood his limitations, instead opting to fight like Fie had in her final assault by facing the Golden Rakshasa head on to create openings for his partner. He always came out the poorer after those exchanges, but both he and his Hector were tough as nails and remained upright despite taking a hellish beating.

And those efforts proved worthwhile as Rean piloted Valimar like he had against those two Aions. Any opening Randy created Rean did his best to exploit. Even though Aurelia managed to evade or parry most of his strikes, the few that Rean landed with his Zemurian Ore blade left nasty marks across the golden soldat that each surpassed anything the combined efforts of Class VII had accomplished.

Unsurprisingly, despite a valiant effort, it was Randy's Hector that was the first to fall. It reminded Fie of the jaegers who relied on war cry to keep going in a tough battle after their bodies ran out of energy – eventually the machine just stopped responding to the commands of the older instructor and collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

For a brief frightful moment she was afraid that with Randy gone that Rean would be in trouble, but much to her relief those fears proved unfounded. Aurelia's Spiegel was in almost as bad a shape as Randy had been, while Valimar was still nearly pristine.

And yet the conclusion of the fight still took another five minutes or so. Despite being barely functional the badly battered golden machine gave as good as it took, and Valimar ended up with a few nasty looking whacks from her sword before the principal finally went down for good.

“Hot damn!” Ash's words finally broke the silence that had taken hold of the student body as they watched the fight.

“That was a spectacular fight.” Kurt agreed, “Clearly we still have a long ways to go before we can reach that level.”

Unlike the others, Juna seemed less awed and more miffed, “...I can't believe I went down in one hit. This sucks!”

Musse let out her signature giggle, but it was Altina who caught Fie's interest. The sheer relief on the usually stoic girl's face was too obvious to be missed.

In fact that happy expression was tempting Fie down a dark and dangerous path. The former jaeger nervously reached out a hand.

Should she risk it? It was a dangerous decision and if it backfired she'd be in a lot of trouble with her friend...

But she was Sylphid, dammit! She was a woman of action! Time to be bold! Rean wouldn't hesitate!

Decision made she let out a deep breath before striking.

Pat. Pat. Pat.

Altina stiffened under her ministrations and for a dark and dangerous moment Fie thought she was about to be rebuffed, but after that moment of surprise Altina relaxed under her hand, silently giving the taller girl permission to keep going.

Yes! Head pat privileges acquired!

Sure it was better to be on the receiving end of things, but being the one doing the patting was a nice change of pace. And given how short Altina was she couldn't expect her classmate to be doing the one patting, now could she?

“Ugh. You guys are so weird.”

“You only say that 'cause I did it first and you're jealous.” Came Fie's immediate retort to Juna's complaint. The pink-haired girl looked ready to protest, but hesitated momentarily as she laid eyes upon the blissed out Altina before giving a longing sigh and a pout.

Hah. Called it.

“Well I for one am certainly jealous.” Musse admitted freely, “Just what do I need to do to get Instructor Rean to lavish me with the same affection you two get?”

The former jaeger responded with a lazy shrug. She couldn't answer Musse because there was no answer to give. It just wasn't ever happening.

Reluctantly Fie pulled her hand away, privately enjoying the annoyed sound Altina made, “I'm gonna go see if Tita needs any help with the soldats. You guys should come too.”

“The hell!? Why should we?!”

“We were the ones responsible for getting them damaged...” Kurt mused aloud, “Still, I'm not sure I'd hold us responsible given who our opponent was.”

“Doesn't matter. We're helping. And the sooner we get the soldats up and running the sooner we get to see Class VIII get their teeth kicked in way worse than we did.”

The others still looked conflicted, but the idea of seeing his old class get mauled by the force of nature known as Aurelia Le Guin was enough for Ash to agree, which eventually led to the others capitulating.

Good. Just because she was the one volunteering to help Tita didn't mean she actually wanted to do all the work herself.

After the excitement of piloting the Kestrel around for a while Fie was ready to relax for the rest of the afternoon. Help her friend for a few minutes, watch the other students get destroyed, and sit through the briefing that'll totally surprise them with the destination for their next Field Exercise.

All in all, not the worst day ever.

Rean let out a tired sigh as he patrolled the halls of the Derfflinger. His hope that with this being their third such excursion away from the academy it would make the process easier had proved a naive one. Despite the experience everyone now possessed with these exercises the addition of new soldats and new materials meant there was still plenty of work to go around, and plenty of new stress for him and the other instructors to ensure everything went as expected.

With the train now in motion he thought he'd be able to relax a bit and check in on his students. For a while that goal seemed to be going well, as even Class VII's newcomers proved easy to find. He was confident in Musse and Ash's ability to adapt and excel at their special operations missions, especially as to his eyes they seemed to bond rather well with the rest of their new classmates.

Instead the biggest problem he found himself facing was Fie. He had just done a pair of trips around the train and yet he had failed to spot any hint of the girl's presence. Nobody in Class VII or any of the other students he asked seemed to have any idea of where she could be.

His greatest fear was that somehow she'd missed the train, but that seemed rather unlikely to him. According to Tita his stealthiest student had been sighted on panzer soldat detail as they loaded the hulking machines onto the train. So unless she loaded the mechs before wandering off the train for some ungodly reason she had to be here.

And if she did skip out on this trip there would be hell to pay. He wouldn't even need to do anything himself – her being trapped at the academy with just Aurelia Le Guin for company would be a worse punishment than anything he could think of.

The more likely scenario was that the girl was hiding somewhere. Probably taking a nap somewhere she wasn't supposed to be, was his guess. Thanks to her and the rest of Class VII Rean was confident he'd have grey hairs by the time they graduated. And he wasn't referring to Spirit Unification's transformation, either.

Still, mischievous slacker Fie was much more preferable to the lethargic uncaring Fie of April.

Since none of the others seemed to know where she was he decided to trust in his oldest and most reliable companion. She could run, or she could hide, it mattered not. Even a jaeger with the moniker of Sylphid couldn't evade Valimar's sensors.

“Good evening, Rean.”

He couldn't help but smile up at his Divine Knight. Valimar really was more like a person than a machine at this point, “Hey Valimar. How's the trip?”

“I am well. Although it was unnecessary, Meister Mint was kind enough to install extra padding in this train car to make my stay a more comfortable one.”

Rean chuckled. He'd need to think Mint for that one later. The girl could be clumsy at the best of times, but she had a big heart and could be surprisingly insightful when she wanted to, “That's great to hear.”

“Is there something I can do for you?” The Divine Knight asked knowingly.

The swordsman nodded his head, knowing his machine could see the minute movements, “I'm looking for Fie, actually. I was told she helped load the soldats here earlier. Have you seen her anywhere?”

“Hmm...” Valimar paused for a moment, “Actually, I haven't seen her at all since the soldats were loaded. But I believe therein lies the answer.”

His confusion must have been noticeable as Valimar let out a short laugh, “According to my memory banks when all of the soldats were brought into the train no pilot ever emerged from the Kestrel.”

No one emerged. That would mean...

Rean rolled his eyes. Of course. It all made sense. It didn't take a genius to notice just how enamored the girl was with the Branch Campus' newest soldat model. And to be fair it was a well deserved affection as she was by far and away the best pilot during the test runs of that new machine. In fact he wouldn't be surprised if she was already a better Kestrel pilot than he was.

Fie adored the Kestrel. Fie loved taking naps in out of the way spots.

Fie was asleep inside the Kestrel.

It was such a stupid conclusion to make, but deep down Rean knew it to be true. Doing his best to stave off the approaching headache the Eight Leaves practitioner approached the silent machine before smacking the cockpit loudly and repeatedly with his fist, “Come on out, Fie! I know you're in there!”

No response. He tried again, but was again greeted with silence. Either she was trying to remain silent to outlast him or she wasn't actually there.

“My sensors have detected a spike in mental activity from within the soldat consistent with that of a sub-contractor waking up.”

Heh. What would he do without Valimar in his life?

“Did you hear that, Fie?! We know you're there! You'd better come out before I force you out!”

Again he was met with silence, but just as he was about to make good on his threat the Kestrel's cockpit opened, revealing a very unamused Fie, “Why are you pestering me?”

He couldn't resist the temptation to roll his eyes, “Because you're trying to sleep in a panzer soldat?”

“Don't see the problem with that.”

“Beyond the obvious issues of you sleeping in a weapon of war there's also the fact nobody knew where you were. What if we needed to find you?”

“Well now you know where I am. So can I go back to bed now?”

“Yes, you can.” He reached out a hand stopping Fie from closing the cockpit before she could take his words at face value, “...But this isn't your bed, is it?”

She scowled up at him, “Fine, but my legs are stiff from sitting here awkwardly. Don't think I can make the trip. Guess you're gonna need to carry me back if you want me to go.”

It was a bluff. He knew it and he was sure she knew he knew it too. But what she wasn't expecting was for him to call her upon it as he reached down and around her as he prepared to pull her from the soldat.

“H-Hey! W-Wait a sec! You can't go carrying around one of your students like that! People will get the wrong idea!”

“I think I'll be alright given your reputation for sleeping in weird places. The truth can be very persuasive, don't you know?”

“Bah. You suck.” Rean didn't mind her spiteful words because they were accompanied by Fie pushing herself out of the machine and onto her own two feet – with absolutely no difficulty, he noted dryly.

He watched as the irreverent student made her way towards the exit and presumably to her bedroom. “Even though you can't sleep in the Kestrel I have a funny feeling you'll be getting to pilot it in the days to come. I'll be counting on both you and it if the situation turns bad.”

His words caused her to stop briefly in front of the door, “...I won't let you down.”

And then she was gone.

Rean couldn't help but smile at her parting words before turning to his partner, “And I'll be counting on you as well.”

“Of course. As exceptional as your students have become it'd set a bad example if we were to give anything but our full effort. We can't let them surpass us just yet.”

He let out a chuckle at Valimar's jest. He would definitely give the next few days everything he had.

Rean could only hope that that would be enough against what was to come.

Chapter Text

Even though on the outside she maintained her perfect demeanor, on the inside Musse couldn't help but feel a twinge of something she couldn't immediately identify as she beheld the town of Raquel in the distance, as it meant the Juno Naval Fortress and her home of Ordis were coming up soon enough. Although it wasn't yet time for the great game to begin the sights of her home would be a stark reminder of what was at stake.

She couldn't afford to lose.

“Hunnh...?” Came the miserable groan of a just waking Juna, “Are we there already?”

It was Altina who answered, “We're still two stops away. You should go back to sleep.”

“M'kay... got it... In that case, you be my pillow, Allie.”

The sight of a sleepy Juna crossing the room before getting into bed with her classmate brought a smile to the mint-haired girl's face. While her initial assessment of Juna Crawford had been that of untapped potential, only in her most optimistic projections could she imagined that the Crossbellian would gain a handle on her burden and begin to tap that potential so quickly. Despite being just a normal girl Musse couldn't help but admire her classmate.

But with that admiration came a hint of pity. Despite the great strides she had made Juna was ill-prepared for what was to come. Being in Class VII meant her future would not be an easy one.

Naturally her gaze fell upon Juna's reluctant pillow. Altina did not seem at all pleased with the new arrangements, especially as her unexpected bed-mate appeared to be putting a significant amount of strength into squeezing the life out of her. In desperation the white-haired girl sent a pleading look her way.

Musse merely smiled and shook her head, causing Altina to despair.

There was a stark reminder that knowledge gained was not the same as knowledge understood. On paper she knew everything there was to know about Altina Orion – A homunculi created by the Black Workshop, assigned to assist Rufus Albarea in ending the October War before serving as partner to the Ashen Chevalier in the year that followed.

But instead of a capable doll the girl currently being squeezed to death was just as human as anyone else in that room. None of her intelligence sources mentioned this at all. Perhaps that wasn't entirely fair to them as it was clear much of her growth had occurred since arriving at the academy, but the seeds of that growth had been planted well before that.

No wonder the tiny girl admired Instructor Rean so much. Musse couldn't help but be incredibly jealous of the bond those two shared even if she was appreciative of it all the same.

As much as Juna clearly wanted to there realistically wasn't enough time to go back to sleep – Instructor Michael would almost certainly be calling them to ready up within half an hour – but Musse could sense the opportunity for creating a little mischief. Briefly she turned her gaze to the fourth occupant of the room to watch as Tita tossed and turned while muttering the names of her friends back home – she'd definitely be teasing her about one of those names in particular at a later time – to focus on the fifth and final member of their little group.

The young noblewoman took a single step towards her target, but stopped when a single baleful eye opened to peer in her direction, “Don't even think about it.”

“Aww, c'mon, Fie! Look how happy Juna and Altina are! Why can't we achieve that same level of bliss?!”

“No.”

Musse took the rejection in stride, letting out a giggle even as Fie seemed to effortlessly go back to sleep.

It hadn't escaped her notice that despite being asleep the girl was just as alert and wary as ever. Despite her time at the academy affecting great change upon her – she was definitely not escaping the cat allegations anytime soon – the girl still possessed a core of pure steel and gunpowder. She was dangerous in ways that Musse could never be.

Which was why the Lamare noblewoman remained so interested in the silver-haired girl. She was very much looking forward to getting a closer look at her skills during the next few days. Given the fact it was almost certain Zephyr was being employed by factions loyal to the chancellor having a jaeger's touch on her own side would be sorely appreciated in the days to come.

And it most certainly didn't hurt that her personality was so enjoyable! Despite her laid-back attitude it was obvious that Fie was unused to dealing with someone like her, and it showed with their every interaction. Messing with her was almost as fun as teasing Instructor Rean!

For now, she'd simply content herself to hang back and watch events as they unfolded. Her new position in Class VII gave her the perfect vantage point to keep track of all those promising pieces. Especially as logically it stood to reason her adversaries would likely be deploying some unique pawns of their own during this excursion.

Actually... She let out a giggle. While she could content herself with simply watching, what was the fun in that? Even though Musse was certain her instructor was already awake, what harm was there in her sneaking over to provide an innocent wake-up call? Nobody could fault her for that, right?

And if she were to accidentally catch Instructor Rean in a state of undress...?

The giggle she let out this time was very unbecoming of a noblewoman of her stature, but that was fine with her. What was the point in planning and scheming for the future of the continent if she couldn't have a little fun in the process? With a hop and a skip the mint-haired sharpshooter left her friends behind in search of bigger and better prizes.

Having to deal with the psychopaths from the society during their field studies sucked. Cryptids and Magic Knights were also bad – Not equally, of course, Magic Knights were way worse. Juna was just an idiot. And the array of Special Operations missions they were usually tasked to handle ranged anywhere from fine to dull and tedious.

And yet none of that compared to the absolute misery of an early wake-up. Truly the worst part of their third field exercise.

To add insult to injury Rean had taken her stunt the previous night personally as he forced her onto tent setting up detail under his hawkish supervision. It wasn't a particularly hard job by any stretch of the imagination, but how was she supposed to work effectively with her teacher staring her down any time she so much as stopped briefly to yawn!? Luckily being a member of Class VII meant they got out of work duty early as they instead had to sit through their mission briefing.

At least she wasn't alone in her suffering as she gazed around at her classmates while waiting for their initial brief to begin. Juna looked just as groggy as Fie felt. Ash hadn't said a single stupid thing since they met up which was a rarity for him. Kurt - despite being an early riser for training, - seemed uncharacteristically disinterested in the proceedings.

And Altina looked as if she had the life squeezed out of her. Poor thing. But it was her own fault for being so tiny and squeezable.

The bored silence ended when all the instructors filed into the room, with Rean taking their side while the other three stood on the other side of the table. Even though she was sure it'd be the same thing they heard the past two months this was still a mission briefing so Fie made sure to keep an ear open for any info of note.

As expected it ended up being much of the same. Go into the city, report their exercises had begun, do a bunch of bracer work, and get caught up in some crazy plot by Ouroboros. That last part wasn't spoken, but they all knew it was inevitable.

Of some interest, however, was the news on who they were actually supposed to report to. Unlike the previous two locations Lamare didn't exactly have the most stable leadership in the wake of the previous Duke Cayenne's arrest at the end of the October War. That was to be one of the main topics of discussion at the upcoming conference.

Instead they were to skip over the current interim blowhard and report to the ranking military officer of the region, General Wallace Bardias at the Juno Naval Fortress. That was a name she'd heard back in Zephyr, both as the right hand of the Golden Rakshasa and as an extremely formidable warrior in his own right, having earned the name Black Whirlwind for his expert spearmanship.

But if Fie was being perfectly honest surviving alongside Aurelia Le Guin was far more impressive than any other feats he had to his name.

Once the brief ended they went outside to see that the school's orbal bikes had already been prepped for them. There was just one problem with that...

“...There are only three bikes for the seven of us.”

Yup. That was it. Thanks, Altina.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Rean seemed genuinely apologetic, “I put in a request for a fourth bike once you two joined the class, but it hadn't been delivered in time for this excursion. Altina, would you be willing to pair up with me on this bike?” Naturally said girl gave a nod, “Great. As for the other bikes...”

“Dibs.”

“This one's mine!”

Juna was a little slow on the uptake as she glanced between Fie and Ash for their comments, but realization was quick to dawn as soon as the two in question began approaching their bikes “...Wait a minute! You can't just do that! I'm the most experienced driver here!”

“Too bad.”

“Sucks to be you.”

Fie watched with amusement as a solemn Kurt placed a hand on the pink-haired girl's shoulder, “I don't think you have any choice but to accept this arrangement.”

“They truly are a diabolical combination when they work together. Perhaps they are more alike than they care to admit.” Musse mused aloud.

Fie knew exactly what the green menace was trying to – rile her up by comparing her to Ask of all people. “Nah.” She retorted in a quick attempt at hiding the minute twitch at the comment, “He kinda reminds me of the new recruits Zephyr would take it. All bark and no bite. Gotta look out for our innocent little junior so he doesn't get himself killed in the next battle.”

“The hell did you call me!?”

Naturally she ignored the fuming Ash as she got on her bike, signaling to the other students to do the same. With Altina doubling up with Rean and Ash riding his own bike that just left three possible companions for her. Juna would be ideal, but the still annoyed girl was trudging her way towards Rean's sidecar. A shame. In that case Kurt... who was approaching Ash.

“Teehee. Take good care of me, alright?”

“Why!? Shouldn't you be trying to get into Rean's bike? Or more likely, shouldn't you be trying to replace Altina on his back?”

“Oh how I wish that would be, but getting in Juna's path after you and Ash oh so brutally dashed her hopes and dreams seems like a poor idea at the moment, don't you think? Rest assured I'll have plenty of opportunity to corner our beloved Instructor and win his heart for myself~”

Fie rolled her eyes. Fine. She could begrudgingly accept Musse as her partner for this ride. It wasn't as if she could go full throttle without earning Rean's ire anyways. They were stuck going at his speed which was pretty similar to how a snail moved, at least to her eyes.

Ugh. Maybe she should've simply given up on the chance to ride the bike?

Nah. Even going at a dull speed was still cooler than being a passenger.

With Rean in the lead the three bikes exited the camp. Although Fie had never been to this part of Erebonia before it wasn't hard to see where they needed to go as the ocean gave a great viewpoint of the entire region. The spires of Ordis' many lighthouses would've dominated the landscape in any other place.

Instead that honor went to their next destination, the Juno Naval Fortress. Not only was it one of Erebonia's largest military bases, but its position overlooking the ocean meant it was visible from many arge in any direction. There was no way that anyone with a functioning pair of eyes could miss the road that led straight to the behemoth of a fortification.

“Take this right here!”

...And yet Rean still thought it'd be a good idea to call out directions. Fie wasn't sure what exactly she grumbled under her breath, but it was enough to cause Musse to giggle quietly. Did their teacher think they were blind idiots or something?

Actually, maybe he was just directing his words towards Ash, but told them all out to be polite. That would make a lot of sense in her opinion.

Under their teacher's sorely needed supervision the three bikes and seven occupants took the road on the single solitary strip of land connecting the mainland to the fortress. Even without seeing the defending troops Fie could easily imagine this base being completely impregnable to a direct assault thanks to the narrow path, massive walls, and cannons lining the entire place. Learning that this had served as the final stand for their principal and the remaining soldiers of the Noble Alliance during the war did not surprise her at all.

The guards in front of the gate were wary of them at first, but as soon as one of them realized they were in the presence of the great and famous Ashen Chevalier they all began to sing a different tune and rushed them through the door. Seeing Rean's slightly strained expression as the soldiers who used to be his enemy treated him like a living legend was hilarious.

No wonder the guy always tried to downplay his title and accomplishments. Fie would probably die of embarrassment if she ever found herself getting the royal treatment like that.

The interior of Juno Naval Base was no less impressive than the outside. Although the place had a relatively small garrison compared to its maximum capacity it was still an army in its own rights. And unlike the ragtag provincial armies she came across in Bareahard and Saint-Arkh these guys seemed to be actual soldiers with good training and morale. Sure there were a few grumblings about how their equipment was dated, but in Fie's mind veteran fighters with good coordination in slightly weaker soldats would crush a bunch of arrogant blowhards any day of the week.

In fact she knew she was right – One just needed to look to their decisive victory against the Prince and his cronies the month prior.

Once inside they began moving through the hallways to the office where General Bardias and a few guests were waiting for them. The jaeger in Fie tried to memorize her steps in case she ever needed to enter the place again, but there was one problem with that idea...

“Ugh! This place is so confusing! Why are there so many hallways!? And why is nothing marked!?” Juna muttered, annoyance plain on her face, “Whoever designed this place was an idiot!”

“I do believe that was done intentionally.” Musse responded mirthfully.

“It was.” The soldier guiding them supplied helpfully, “I'm not going into any details, obviously, but suffice to say this place was designed to be as complicated and maze-like as possible. In fact we have a tradition around here to task new recruits to go deliver a message or pick up supplies or something before taking bets on where they'll end up. Only one person has ever solved the maze on their first day.”

Their teacher made a humming noise, “That would be Prin- General Le Guin, I assume?”

Of course it was. That woman wasn't human. Hell, even if she got lost Fie had a sinking suspicion that terrifying woman would simply resort to slicing through walls until she found her destination.

Eventually their guide led them to yet another nondescript room before biding them to enter. Class VII soon found themselves face to face with the Black Whirlwind himself. Alongside him was Major Claire of the RMP and a noble that Fie had never seen before, but one who quickly introduced himself as Patrick Hyarms, yet another schoolmate of Rean.

Once again they sat through the same song and dance routine of Rean reporting the arrival of the Branch Campus and getting a bunch of missions from the general. She watched as Altina scooted in to get a closer look at the attached advisory. Likely they'd be doing trivial but kinda enjoyable stuff like rescuing cats and-

“Possible movement by the Red Constellation and Zephyr?”

Wait, what!?

Her usual nonchalance faded like a fire after being doused with water and she soon found herself squeezing past her smaller classmate to read the advisory for herself, all the while listening to General Bardias' explanation. Supposedly, while neither Zephyr, their rivals, nor any other jaeger group had done anything overt in the region there had been plenty of sightings of individuals that matched the description of said groups. Far more than what was to be expected from any jaeger corps, even one on leave from contract.

She didn't think she was ready to confront her old family yet, but it seemed she might not have much a choice on the matter.

The student did her best to ignore the concerned gazes of her teacher and original three classmates. It was appreciated, but what was she supposed to say when she didn't even know how she herself was feeling? Doubly so since they were still in a meeting with a bunch of important people. Rean must've recognized that as he turned his attention back to Bardias to conclude the meeting while Fie tried to imagine what the next few days were about to bring.

In fact she had been so lost in her thoughts that Class VII was just exiting the building after the meeting that she realized they had a guest with them. For some ungodly reason Rean had apparently offered Patrick a ride as the city was their shared destination.

“Now we have eight people and three bikes.” Altina pointed out helpfully.

Rean must've just realized that as he let out a tired groan, “Really should've pushed for that fourth bike...” Quickly he recomposed himself, “I hate to ask this of you, Juna, but can you ride behind-”

“Ooh! Allow me, instructor!” Musse chimed in with a wide smile on her face, “Juna can ride in the sidecar and I'll share a seat with Fie.”

The silver-haired victim stared blankly at Thors' greatest creator of chaos, “...This is revenge for this morning, isn't it?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Fie could only shake her head miserably. There was absolutely no getting in the last word against Musse Egret, was there?

Soon enough the now frankly absurd group of eight were mounted on the trio of bikes, with Musse hugging onto her far tighter than she needed to. They must've been a comical sight to outsiders as even a few of the supposedly disciplined sentries were sending amused looks their way!

A few minutes later and the situation hadn't improved at all. Musse's grip remained as tight as ever and for some reason the mint-haired gremlin had started humming a cheerful tune as the trio of bikes neared Ordis. Were it anyone else Fie would've thought she was simply excited to be returning to her hometown. But this wasn't anyone else. This was Musse. Whatever was going through her brain at the moment was bad news for everyone else, and terrible news for her in particular.

“...So how is she?”

Juna's seemingly innocent question was enough to break the silence as both girls glanced towards her – albeit more subtly for Fie as she had no desire to crash the bike, “Is she just as soft and squishy as Allie?”

That was what she was asking about!? “What the hell, Juna!?”

“Hmm...” Musse pondered thoughtfully, ignoring Fie with casual ease, “I suspect she isn't, but there's a certain thrill with this, you know? While Altina might be akin to a cuddly kitten, Fie here is like a really cute feral cat that you want to hold despite the danger.”

This entire conversation was stupid. Fie was beginning to debate the merits of sending the bike careening into the ocean.

“Ah, that makes sense. Sounds kinda like the cat that lives with the SSS, just not quite as useful.”

“Stop treating me like some kind of stuffed animal!” The agitated driver growled out, “I'm the oldest one here!”

“Teehee. I suppose you're right. Sometimes it's easy to forget given how... small you are.”

Yep. That was it. Into the ocean they go-

“Fie, please don't crash your bike into the ocean.” Rean deadpanned from his own bike, with an agitated Altina sitting behind him glaring balefully at the other two girls, “It would be extremely difficult to explain to Principal Le Guin why three of her students drowned.”

She wasn't sure what was more terrifying – that Rean could read her mind or how unconcerned his words sounded. Did even he think her suffering was funny!?”

“My. The new Class VII certainly lives up to the reputation of the old. A cast just as colorful and chaotic as their predecessors.” Came the unhelpful commentary from their amused guest.

The rest of the trip passed mostly in silence, although Fie could just feel the amusement oozing off of her two bike-mates. She did her best to not let her irritation show. Didn't they know it was a lot funner when they were making fun of someone else and not her!? Why weren't they making fun of Ash or Kurt or Rean right now?

Mercifully she wasn't the butt of their joke for too long as soon the group found themselves at the gates to Erebonia's second largest city. The guards on duty were quick to let them in as soon as they spotted Patrick. Apparently the young noble had been quite busy in the city as he prepared for the upcoming council, which explained why he was so quick to depart as soon as Class VII entered the city proper.

It was only then that Rean allowed them to look at the other tasks the general had given to them. A monster extermination, a report about some thief that stole a jewel, a request for help with an upcoming festival, and oddly enough one asking for assistance on boat inspections.

If there had been any doubts left in her mind that they were simply bargain bin bracers this batch of tasks put an end to that.

And if nothing else they gave her something to think about other than the advisory about jaeger activity in Rean's hands. Did she want to see Boss and the others? Was she ready to do what was needed to get the answers she wanted? Or was she hoping it was simply a different jaeger corps like the Red Constellation so she'd have more time to prepare, even if that meant possibly running into someone like Sigmund Orlando or Shirley?

Either way, first it was time for Class VII to explore Ordis. Luckily they had a tour guide of their own in Musse. The smile on the mint-haired girl's face as she officially welcome them into her home city might've been the first genuine expression Fie could recall the shifty girl ever wearing.

Even if the rest of Musse Egret was a mystery shrouded in chaos and headaches at least Fie could be certain she genuinely loved her hometown.

The area they were currently in was the Business District. Given the name its role in the city was pretty self explanatory. Plenty of hotels and big fancy shops adorned the streets, with the kind of central plaza one could expect to see in any major city in the middle of the place. Honestly the thing that most caught Fie's attention was the ice cream stand that sadly wasn't open yet.

Next Musse led them into the Noble District, another very self explanatory name. Fie wasn't sure if the place was more opulent than the same district in Saint-Arkh or not, but either way it wasn't a place she was a fan of. Beyond the many noble mansions – including a massive one that normally housed the Cayenne family – was Ordis' cathedral and a handful of smaller shops.

The next district would've been more to Fie's taste, except for the fact it was the Harbor District and the entire area reeked of fish and saltwater. As one of the largest ports in Zemuria it wasn't surprising that there were ships as far as the eye could see. And with ships naturally came lots of sailors. Even though it was still early in the day the streets were full and the bars sounded packed.

The only district that didn't have an extremely obvious name was the last one they visited – North Street. Still, given what was in the other districts it wasn't hard to guess that this was Ordis' primary residential district. Beyond housing there were a few restaurants and shops for locals, and a cute little flower stand that Fie couldn't help but be a little interested in.

Oh, and apparently Musse's family lived in a small mansion in the area. That was good to know. If there was ever a chance to dig up some fun dirt on that manipulative girl it would be found with her family.

Thanks to Ordis' circular layout North Street led them right back to the Business District where their tour had begun. Once they reached the central plaza Rean turned to the group, “Alright, have you decided on which request to tackle first?”

Juna glanced towards Fie. Understanding what was going through the other girl's mind the silver-haired girl gave a curt nod of the head. Juna received similar nods from Kurt, Ash, and Musse when she look towards them. Altina merely tilted her head in blank confusion. As one five voices spoke in unison, “Boats.”

Altina pouted upon realizing she had been left behind by her classmates.

“Should've expected that, I guess.” Their teacher responded blankly, “Alright, in that case let's head back to the docks.”

The group began retracing their steps, but weren't even out of the district when Rean stopped them once again, “Before I forget. Fie...” She knew what he was about to ask as soon as he affixed his gaze onto her, “Are you going to be alright handling what may occur with that advisory request? If you want I can transfer you to Class VIII for the duration of the trip.”

Great. Now all of her classmates were staring at her too. Feeling a little self-conscious the girl scratched her cheek nervously, “I mean... I guess I'm fine?”

“Fie...” Rean warned quietly

She responded with a helpless shrug and a grimace, “Sorry, but it's hard to given an answer to something I don't even know myself. Maybe I'll be fine. Maybe I won't. But what I do know is that Boss and the others have answers that I need.” With that off her chest a little levity came back to the girl, “Plus, if we do end up investigating jaegers you're gonna want someone who actually understands jaegers. I bet none of you would even know the difference between a Nidhoggr or a Scorpion of Zahat.”

Altina raised a hand. But since the girl was practically a walking terminal she was promptly ignored, causing her to once again pout.

“Well, alright.” Rean answered at last. “So long as you're sure this is what you want to do. We'll be counting on your knowledge.”

“...” Fie definitely wasn't sure, but she held her tongue and hoped the conversation was over.

“Can't say I give much of a damn about your sob story, but I'll gladly kick the ass of any dumb jaeger that tries to get in our way!”

The former Zephyr member rolled her eyes at Ash's bravado, “When I was a kid I remember Leo bending the barrel of a battle tank with his bare hands for no other reason than he could. And Boss is way stronger...”

“Uh...” Fie had to withhold her laugh at Ash's face. Brash punk he might've been, but an idiot he was not. Pick a fight with Zephyr at your own peril.

“I think what this moron is trying to say is that we've got your back.” Juna responded with a wide grin, “Just uh... let's try to get your answers diplomatically first, yeah?”

Altina gave a small nod of support, “Xeno and Leonidas were both quite kind to me when we were working together during the war. I believe they'll at least listen to you first.”

“And while I harbor few illusions of our victory, I do believe you've grown a lot stronger since Class VII was first formed. Strong enough to impress your old family, at least. Especially with our help.” Kurt chimed in.

Musse tilted her head in thought, “They are jaegers, yes? While my family may not be as wealthy as someone like the Cayennes I should be able to procure enough mira to create a contract with them if that would help.”

While Fie wasn't sure any of those suggestions were actually viable, the mere act of suggesting them was enough to cause a wide smile to form on her face. She turned back to Rean, “I'm sure.”

The way Rean smiled proudly towards her left the girl feeling a little out of her element, “Well, alright then. That's good enough for me. Class VII, let's head out!”

Chapter Text

Kurt listened attentively as Juna, Ash, and Musse all relayed the things they discovered in the vast cargo hold of the Kleist & Co. ship that Class VII was currently inspecting, taking the time to check their results on the invoice the company employee had thoughtfully provided when they began their inspection.

Checking the entire cargo bay of the ship would've taken the six students all day, so instead they – with Instructor Rean's blessing - were merely sampling assorted crates randomly to ensure everything checked out. Even still, the first large ship in their stint as port inspectors was proving to be an arduous if not especially difficult task.

“Is everything proceeding apace on your end?” Altina asked as the younger girl approached alongside Instructor Rean.

Kurt nodded, “Indeed. I believe we are just about finish with our inspections. Did you have any issues with the payment?”

“The payment was provided in full.” The quiet girl glanced around curiously, “You are missing someone.”

“Wait... we are?!” Was Juna truly so oblivious as to not have realized it immediately? “Fie! Where are you?”

“I'm over here!” Came the voice of their missing classmate from the other end of the cargo hold. “Almost finished!”

While her words themselves were nothing out of the ordinary, the suspicious banging sound that came alongside them was cause for concern. With a silent agreement between students and instructor the rest of Class VII made the short trek towards the location of their most mischievous classmate.

“What are you doing?” It was Instructor Rean who asked the question on all of their minds as they observed the girl in action. From what they could tell she was banging on the wall in random spots of the room...?

“You aren't gonna find any suspicious cargo just searching the boxes laid out in the open for any inspector to find.” The girl replied even as she continued working, “Smugglers love to hollow out a wall panel or a floor board or something to hide their illegal stuff.”

“I... hadn't considered that possibility.” Their instructor replied, “I take it this is something you learned as a jaeger?”

Fie bobbed her head, “Uh huh. This kind of stuff is more for the escort fleets, but even normal jaegers like us had to know how to slip goods through inspections.”

“C'mon, Fie. This isn't like one of those Calvardian movies. We aren't gonna find something illegal on a-”

Ding! Ding! Ding!

All conversation stopped as Fie rapped her hand on a slightly discolored section of the wall. It didn't take supernatural hearing to tell that the sound made just now was quite different from the others she had tried.

...Maybe she was right after all?

The former jaeger was quick to run her hands over the surface of the panel as she sought to pry it loose, “Someone give me a hand with this.”

Instinctively Kurt took a step forward to help. As did Juna. And Ash. And even Instructor Rean.

In fact the only two people who didn't seem particularly invested in this unexpected turn were a blank-faced Altina and a giggling Musse.

It was their teacher who got there first and between the two of them they were able to pry the panel off with ease. Inside – just like in all the stories Kurt had read as a child – was a small hollowed out section in the wall. And as for what was in it...

“Hot damn! Girly mags!”

The Vander deflated instantly upon realizing that Ash was indeed correct. Instead of some illegal contraband or deadly weapon it was simply a large collection of magazines with scantily covered girls on the cover. The only member of Class VII who wasn't disappointed by this revelation was their newest male who immediately grabbed hold of one and began perusing its contents.

“Oh! It's Hot Shot! I love Hot Shot! And that looks like a really old edition, too! What a find! Hand one over, Ash!”

Correction. Not only was Ash excited over their degenerate discovery, but for some ungodly reason Juna was too.

“...Juna?” It was Altina who asked the question on all their minds as they stared at the pink-haired girl.

Who seemed to realize her error as she began to glow as scarlet as her hair, “I-It's not like that! It's just... Hot Shot is such a big deal in Crossbell, right? I haven't seen an issue since coming here and uhh...” She trailed off, seemingly realizing she was simply digging herself a deeper hole, “T-The articles are good, alright?”

“Wow.” Fie deadpanned, “She's really trying to justify her porn addiction with the articles. That's so cliché it hurts.”

Juna gaped like a fish for a few seconds before finally grasping that her best possible defense was silence. Kurt and his classmates all stared at the girl for a shamefully long moment before the swordsman gave a tired sigh.

As fond as he had grown of Juna over these past three months there was no denying that she was just as weird as all his other classmates.

“Alright everyone.” Instructor Rean was quickest to compose himself, “Ash, Juna, please return the... reading materials back where they came from so we can conclude our inspection of this ship.”

At least Kurt could take solace in the fact they were finally finished with their first assignment in Ordis. Inspecting boats was not something he had ever expected to do, but outside of general Class VII weirdness things had gone smoothly.

...Or at least those were his thoughts until they exited the cargo ship only to see that an even larger boat had docked while they were occupied. At least he could share in his dismay with the rest of his classmates.

After the great disappointment that was their first request Fie was happy to get out onto the Auros Coastal Road so they could do their other missions. One task was to find some jade sea shells for the upcoming festival and the other was to kill a dangerous sea monster that happened to be at the beach as well.

How very convenient.

According to Musse they didn't need to go all that far so Rean ordered them to make the trek on foot. A bit of a letdown, but nothing they couldn't handle. As usual a few monsters deluded themselves into thinking that the students were an easy mark, but if the smaller and more inexperienced Class VII of two months prior could handle whatever local fauna came after them then the current Class VII was barely fazed.

It had been many years since Fie last laid eyes on a beach, but the one they soon arrived at was just like the one Zephyr had used to practice landing missions on. Smooth sand beneath her feet, the sounds of water cresting and ebbing up the ground with the tides, and a giant crustacean standing vigil at the far end of the place.

All in all not a bad place. Maybe one day she'd get the chance to visit a beach as a tourist and not as a soldier with a mission. A mission which Juna seemed to have already forgotten as the excitable girl rushed headlong into the water with a wide grin on her face.

But before she and the rest of Class VII could truly experience the sights and sounds they first needed to deal with the aforementioned giant crustacean. It was their primary reason for being here, after all. With Rean taking command the six students were quick to approach and engage their target in battle.

At first Fie feared this would prove to be yet another in a long line of super annoying fights against a heavily armored foe. It did possess a giant shell after all. And to make matters worse despite being a big dumb crab it was surprisingly dangerous with orbal arts, surprising the lot of them and forcing them to scatter initially.

Thankfully her fears ended up proving unfounded. Sure it had the massive shell that was way too thick for her gunswords to handle, but it also possessed something the Magic Knights and Cryptids they'd been fighting lacked: A massive weak spot.

Crabs wore shells because the rest of their body was soft and squishy. One just needed to get around that armor if they wanted to score a lethal blow.

And luckily for the former jaeger her class now possessed two new handy additions. For all of his bluster and loudness there was no denying that Ash was strong as hell, something which the blonde punk proved as he jammed his switchaxe underneath the side of the crab before lifting the massive monster with a roar. He wasn't strong enough to flip the monster, but his action left its soft underbelly exposed for all to see.

And the other addition to Class VII was extremely sharp, both with her mind and her ARCUS II. Seizing upon the opening Ash had created the mint-haired nuisance fired off a perfectly placed water art which had the side effect of freezing the vulnerable monster in place.

The ice wouldn't last long, but it didn't need to with Fie and the rest of Class VII eyeing that exposed vulnerability like Altina eyed a plate of fluffy pancakes whenever they stopped at the bakery.

Between Rean, Kurt, and herself the three blade-wielding speedsters sliced up the monster like a professional seafood chef. It was dead before Juna and Altina could bring their own attacks to bear, much to the chagrin of the two girls.

“Whew. Good job, everyone.” Rean praised once they confirmed the monster was dead, “We could head back, but...”

“We have another request to handle in this area.” Kurt replied blandly to their teacher's unnecessary prompting. “Finding a jade seashell, if I recall correctly?”

“That's right. I've already seen a few shells in the ground since we arrived, but our client requested a large one, preferably without cracks. I'll leave the searching to you.”

Fie glanced at Juna and Ash as her competitive spirit began to burn bright, “Bet I'll find a better shell than the rest of you.”

“As if!”

“Hell no!”

Musse let out a giggle, “Well, as the one who grew up at this beach I'm certain my advantage will be absolute.”

Kurt merely sighed before beginning to gaze around the beach, but Altina wasn't quite ready to begin, “Instructor Rean, what should we-”

She trailed off unexpectedly. The rest of Class VII turned to see what had caught her attention. What they saw...

When Rean told them to handle it on their own they hadn't expected the supposed responsible teacher to walk over to the water before pulling out his fishing rod. Already the teacher was engaged in a fierce battle with what looked like a giant saltwater fish with a sword for a nose.

Juna shook her head in disappointment, “Sometimes I wonder about that guy...”

“You say that, but I have a funny feeling you wish you could be the one in his place fishing right now. I know I do.” Musse teased, causing the Crossbellian to color.

“Shut up!”

“We should just... get on with it, I suppose.” Kurt replied, “I'm sure our instructor won't be too long.” He didn't sound very sure of himself.

Whatever. It wasn't like they needed their useless instructor anyways. It wasn't like she would've liked to try her hand against those massive ocean fish herself or anything.

The six members of Class VII split up to cover the entire beach as they searched for seashells. Quick eyes darted around her designated area as she looked for anything shiny that might be one of the jade shells they needed. Although she was confident in her background as a scout to help her in this task, beaches weren't exactly her forte so she was forced to rely on instincts and sheer dumb luck as she combed the area.

She found a few shells on her patrol, but they were all either tiny or cracked and were thus too lame for her to even consider. If she wanted to make the others look bad she needed a shell that was both massive and shiny.

...Something which she didn't think she'd find on the beach itself. After all people used to come here before the monsters overran the place, so someone would've snagged anything good before her.

Decision made the jaeger turned student made the dramatic decision to wade into the water. The others wouldn't think that far ahead so she'd definitely have the advantage. And her boots were mostly waterproof so it wasn't like she was screwing herself over in the process.

Kneeling down to peer into the shallow water Fie saw... dirt and rocks. With a gentle nudge of her foot she sifted through the ground revealing... Not much because all the dirt she kicked up was now blocking her vision.

Hmm. Perhaps this wasn't as easy as she thought.

Undiscouraged, the silver-haired girl simply moved away from the mess she had made. This time she was more careful as she searched the thigh-high water she found herself in, not wanting to cloud the waters up before she had a chance to look over her surroundings. And she had the perfect thing to pull that off.

Fie glanced around. Good. Nobody was looking in her direction.

After taking a deep breath she dunked her head straight into the water. Eyes open she took in everything she could in her immediate surroundings. Rock, sand, a fish... and something promising that shined not too far away from her position.

With eyes on the prize the hopeful girl surged forward excitedly, heedless of the water she was splashing up in the process. The aforementioned fish fled at her approach, but the shining object remained right where she spotted it. After wading a few more arge into the water she reached down and snagged the object with her hand. Pulling it out she revealed...

A massive seashell, almost as big as her hand. And the only blemish on it was a tiny little scratch that was barely noticeable.

Perfect. It was definitely the ultimate seashell. Nothing anyone else found could possibly compare.

Focusing her attention on her class she saw Musse chatting with Ash over at one end of the beach, while the others – alongside Rean – were together near where the monster had been. That was the destination she set for herself.

“Fie! Did you find-” Juna's cry drew attention towards her as she approached, “...Did you just go swimming or something?!”

“Uh...?” The girl in question blinked once before looking down at herself. She hadn't even noticed just how soaked she got in her excitement at finding the best shell. Whoops, “I... Check out this awesome shell?” She responded lamely.

Even though the response was weak it proved effective as the other students and teacher looked at the shell held firmly in her hand, “Wow. That is a remarkable shell. I'm quite impressed.”

“Right?!” Fie preened at Kurt's praise, “Totally worth it!”

“...It's not that great.” Juna muttered angrily.

“This coming from the girl who thought a piece of glass was a shell.” Altina's words caused the Crossbellian to deflate. At Fie's gaze the smaller girl deflated, “...I only managed to find a hundred mira coin.”

Fie resisted the urge to give the girl a pat on the head. With her hands so wet she'd probably have her special privileges revoked. Still... “Can't go wrong with free mira.”

“Oh my, what a lovely shell.” Came the voice of Musse as she and Ash finally joined the group. The praise caused Fie's smile to grow wider as she basked in her victory- “It's almost as impressive as the one Ash found.”

...Wait, what!?

“Heh heh! Check this out!” The shell that Ash held out with a smug grin was almost completely identical to the one Fie had. The only difference was that his shell lacked the barely visible scratch hers possessed. It was such a tiny little thing, but it meant... “How about that, Jaeger? How's that crow tasting, I wonder?”

It tasted awful. Absolutely terrible. She soaked herself for absolutely nothing!?

Still, knowing how to fight meant learning to roll with the punches, so she was quick to come up with a response to save face and help mask her shameful failure, “Meh. Works for me. We'll give your shell away for the request while I get to keep this bad boy for myself. I guess that makes me the real winner, doesn't it?” She paused and tilted her head thoughtfully, “...Altina wins too, I guess. She's the rich one now.”

Said girl didn't seem to appreciate her praise as she pouted once again.

“Alright, everyone.” Rean ended their conversation with a clap of his hands, “Great job, Ash, everyone. I think we've more than accomplished our mission so there's no need to waste any more time here-” He trailed off under six pairs of judgmental eyes, “...What?”

“Did you just tell us to stop wasting time? Do we need to remind you what you've been doing the entire time?”

Altina followed up Juna's accusation with one of her own, “...I believe you are carrying your body weight in fish, Instructor Rean.”

And she was right. Their so-called teacher had caught at least six fish during their search, with half of them being absolutely gargantuan in size. And all of those fish were currently being held by the sheepish man, “Haha... I just thought it'd be a waste, you know? I'm sure we can get some nice prizes if I turn them in!”

The disappointed Class VII all turned and began to silently walk away.

“I wish I were one of those fishes being held in Instructor Rean's powerful yet tender arms...” All except Musse, that was. But the rest of the class simply tuned her out. Musse was Musse, after all.

The group had barely made it off the beach when Fie froze as she heard something in the distance. From this range she couldn't quite make out exactly what it was, but something about it was familiar to the former jaeger. And familiar to her naturally meant dangerous to all of them.

She shot a pointed look towards her teacher and was relieved to see he heard it too, “Quiet!” He whispered loudly.

“Get down!” Surprisingly that came from Ash. While the confused others reluctantly heeded that advice Fie was doing just the opposite as she scrambled up the beach and into a blind spot just behind a nearby tree. The spot was too visible for her to risk peeking her head out, but it gave her prime position to listen closely.

Footsteps. Multiple heavy footsteps. All running in a tight formation. And all were coming straight down the road Class VII was just a few arge away from.

Nobody in the unknown group spoke as they passed Fie's hiding spot, but the clanging of weapons and the fact they were moving in unison provided one very obvious answer – Jaegers. She had no idea who they were, but one thing she was certain of was that they weren't Zephyr.

That thought was both a relief and an annoyance.

It was only after the formation had passed down the road and nearly out of sight that she chanced peeking her head out. The jaegers were dressed in purple combat uniforms. Something about them was familiar to the Zephyr girl, but even from this distance she was surprised to not see any sort of insignia or flag on their clothes.

Those were a symbol of pride to every jaeger so the only reason they'd not be showing them is if they wanted to conceal their identities.

With the threat passed Class VII reconvened and Fie passed on the little info she was able to gleam. Rean pondered her words for a moment before nodding, “This is just what the brigadier general's advisory pointed us to. We need to get to the bottom of this. Can you all keep up?”

Naturally neither she nor any of her classmates were willing to back down, causing their teacher to nod in approval, “It should be around these hills... A side road off of the coastal road.”

Considering Altina made a habit of studying maps of their deployment areas thanks to her database Fie was inclined to trust in her words. It didn't hurt that that sounded like the kind of place a jaeger squad would end up.

Following in the jaegers wake proved easy as most monsters had fled at the sight of such a large group, allowing Class VII to find the side road Altina mentioned with ease. This time they slowed down a bit, but Fie was confident that they weren't walking into an ambush. Even if one of them had been spotted there was little reason for a group of mercenaries to assume a bunch of students were a threat. Maybe if one of them had spotted Rean they'd recognize him as dangerous, but the stealthy girl was pretty sure he at least would've been able to keep out of sight of a bunch of jaegers on the move.

Quietly they crept along until the sound of gruff voices ahead stopped them cold. Taking this as her cue, the former Zephyr member once again took the initiative of scouting for her teammates. The sight she came across was about what she expected, with the group of jaegers chatting among themselves in a small clearing just ahead of where Class VII waited. Fie would've loved to get a little closer in order to hear what they were saying, but doing so would've needlessly jeopardized the mission.

Instead she reported her findings back to Rean, “Do as your training taught you. Cover the exits. Fie, Altina, Ash, think you can circle around?”

“Understood.”

“Done and done.”

“Ja.”

Altina made sense as Claiomh Solais could both fly and utilize a feeble stealth field, but she was surprised at Rean's decision to include Ash. In hindsight she should've trusted her teacher more, as the blonde moved with surprising agility as he followed Fie up a sharp hill just out of sight of the jaegers. Once that was done it was a simple matter for the three students to circle around to the other side where they waited impatiently for Rean's signal.

“Don't move!”

Yep. There it was. With Rean and her other classmates drawing the attention of all the jaegers it was a simple thing for her, Altina, and Ash to come out the other side and complete the pincer. Were this Zephyr they would've taken the opportunity to strike immediately while their enemy was in disarray and question the survivors, but Fie knew their teacher would want to do it the other way, futile as it'd probably be.

Sure enough the unknown jaegers refused to answer any of Rean's questions, but the fact they seemed to know him on a personal level was interesting. She was pretty sure that clue was the last piece she'd need to figure out who these guys were, but at the moment they had a more immediate issue as the jaegers had taken the opening Rean provided them to reform their ranks into a crude but effective combat formation. Class VII still had the advantage in positioning, but now they'd need to fight for their win.

But personally, Fie was alright with a fight. Forming a combat link with Ash she darted towards the group of four jaegers that had turned to face the flanking threat. Her hopes of blitzing down the closest jaeger before they could respond were dashed as his neighbor moved to cover her target while a third began to train his rifle upon her, forcing her to evade to the side. That threat was negated by Ash barreling his way in and drawing their focus, but if nothing else it proved these unknown jaegers were pretty skilled with good coordination.

With Altina shifting Claiomh Solais in an effort to slice the fourth jaeger into ribbons Fie was free to focus her attention on the three that were now ganging up on her reckless classmate. While his switchaxe was good at warding them off for the moment, even she'd struggle evading against three well-trained opponents at once and already they were moving to catch Ash in a crossfire. As funny as it'd be to see the loud and annoying one be taken down a peg she knew better than to trust on the mercy of jaegers, so it was time to intervene.

She didn't even bother using her guns in an attempt to catch them off guard because the jaegers knew the moment she sprang into action. Instead she relied upon her speed to close the gap between her and the two rifle-wielding jaegers, forcing them into a disadvantageous position. Naturally they began backpedaling in different directions to force her to commit to one or the other, but she was confident that with her speed she'd be able to keep them both in melee until one slipped up and-

Thoughts of victory were put on hold as the fourth jaeger made himself known as he managed to slip away from Altina long enough to try giving Fie a haircut with his blade. With a scowl she backed off, successfully meeting up with an Altina who appeared rather miffed at letting her opponent slip away like that.

“I see the rumors that Sylphid had enrolled into a military academy were true.” One of the jaegers remarked as the two sides stared each other down.

Huh. Interesting. Sure she knew that being Rutger Claussell's adoptive daughter had earned her quite a bit of notoriety in the jaeger world, but to have these guys recognize her was further credence to the idea that these unknown jaegers were a high tier corps. And one she had probably met before.

“Heh. Your friends recognize you. Ain't you happy?”

Even as she rolled her eyes at Ash's stupid remark her focus was entirely upon the four jaegers who had reformed their ranks to oppose the three students. Though their coordination was enough to ward off Class VII's initial assault Fie was certain they had the skill advantage and in time victory would be theirs, but this might not be all of them and they really didn't need reinforcements arriving on them...

They needed to break the stalemate quickly and she had a good idea how to do it. It was really fortunate the only other member of Class VII willing to fight dirty was on her side of the battlefield.

One great advantage of the ARCUS series of orbments was the ability to communicate intent through a link. This meant she was able to think her plan through to Ash, who merely gave a simple laugh in understanding. Breaking the link with him to form one with Altina merely earned a stoic nod from the rabbit.

There were two jaegers standing in front of Fie, facing her down. The one to her left instinctively dodge to his right when Ash's detached blade flew past her and nearly took off his head. The one to her right had to evade to his left when a powerful beam courtesy of Claiomh Solais blasted through where he had been standing. All told neither attack did any damage and already both jaegers were beginning to regroup-

But with their evasive actions they had inadvertently created a gap in their formation.

And Sylphid was already moving to exploit it.

Charging straight into the middle of a large group of jaegers was a hazardous proposition, even for her, but somehow she'd grown to trust those fighting alongside her to keep her covered. Even Ash – despite being new to the class and an annoying brat at the best of times – was someone she felt she could rely upon to cover her six at that moment.

After passing through the line of warriors and their haphazard attempts at stopping her, Fie unleashed her signature attack. Sylphid Dance had plenty of flaws, something she'd learned painfully during the past few months, but right now with hostile jaegers all around her there was no better situation to use it. Even still, the ones who had watched her pass were quick to defend themselves and took almost no damage from her attack.

But they hadn't been her primary targets.

Her real target were the enemies facing Rean and the others. Even with quality jaeger armor mitigating the damage dealt with her rapid fire shooting, being shot in the back repeatedly was enough to hurt and distract any warrior. And any distraction could prove decisive on a battlefield. While Rean and her classmates might not be the type to fight dirty they weren't above exploiting the advantages gained by her actions.

The sounds of blades slicing through rifles and gunfire from Musse and Juna earning cries of pain let her know her distraction had proven very successful. The remaining jaegers hesitated briefly upon realizing what had just happened which allowed her time to fall back to where Ash and Altina were standing.

The battle was won. All that was left was to clean up and withdraw before-

She stiffened as the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps was heard. “Dammit! More are coming! Get back to Rean! And cover up!” She wasn't sure if Ash and Altina had responded to her quick commands as she was already in the business of priming and throwing one of her flash-bang grenades in the direction of the reinforcements. She doubted it'd accomplish much against seasoned mercenaries, but they only needed a few seconds to get them back to the relative safety of their classmates.

To her relief her teacher hadn't been idle either, having used her brief distraction to pull the others back away from the enemies they had been fighting. This prevented Class VII from being completely encircled when nearly a dozen more jaegers and military monsters entered the clearing. Instead Class VII found themselves on one side of the clearing facing down a now very numerically superior foe.

It wasn't an unwinnable battle, but the tables had definitely been turned against them, especially as a few of their original opponents were still combat effective.

It didn't help that their instructor was still holding onto all the fish he had caught earlier. Had he seriously done that entire fight with a handicap?

...And that was the moment when all chaos broke loose as a pair of newcomers arrived on the scene. Despite the dangerous situation Fie couldn't help but stare at the scene with a flat look on her face.

Swordsman riding in atop a white stallion to catch their enemies unaware?

That little gremlin Millium at his side?

That relieved and fond look on Rean's face?

Yep. Another member of the original Class VII had just appeared to bail them out of a tight spot, hadn't he?

She made a mental note to get with her classmates and practice making dramatic entrances. One day it'd be their turn to swoop in and save the day, preferably rescuing their teacher and his classmates from a sticky spot.

Chapter Text

Jusis Albarea hummed thoughtfully as he watched Rean, his students, and Millium all depart from the Cayenne manor as a group. The conversation they had just concluded left the younger Albarea with a lot to think about.

The new Class VII was certainly an impressive collection of individuals. Certainly Rean deserved a lot of the credit, but for that group of students to fare so well against a large group of veteran jaegers spoke highly of the next generation of his class. He was fairly certain they would've found a way to extricate themselves from that sticky situation even without he and Millium coming to their aid.

A shame they couldn't catch the enemy jaegers, but Rean keeping his students from pursuing was undoubtedly the prudent move to make in that situation. Who knows what kind of traps or potential ambushes were waiting for them had they tried to follow?

After the battle they had accepted his invitation to convene at the Cayenne estate with Patrick to go over what they had all discovered. Unfortunately a lot of information was exchanged there wasn't much he could make use of at the moment, even if it did sate his curiosity over the brewing situation. Still, that hadn't been the main goal of the gathering.

He simply wanted a chance to check out the successor class for himself.

As a swordsman he could see from a glance just how skilled Class VII's Vander was. Same with the tall blonde who carried himself with the grace of a veteran fighter despite his seemingly rough exterior. The pink-haired Crossbellian – Juna Crawford if he recalled correctly – kept sending curious glances his way, undoubtedly seeking to compare the second son of House Albarea to the one that was currently in charge of her home.

As for Altina.... Well, that would've been a hell of a surprise had he not known about it in advance. It was something Millium liked to bring up. A lot. In fact he couldn't remember the last time he had a full conversation with that blue-haired gremlin without her bringing up the fact her 'sister' was one of Rean's students. Even still, it was certainly shocking to see just how different their former adversary had become.

The other silver-haired girl had quite impressed him as well with her knowledge of jaeger groups, which he supposed wasn't a surprise given what he had heard of her former background. While she admitted to not being positive, Jusis was willing to bet good mira that her guess that the jaegers they encountered were a remnant of the Northern Jaegers was close if not completely on the mark.

That the group his father had employed to raze Celdic was around was an unsettling thought to be sure, but it wasn't something he had authority to act upon in this province.

Assuming they were the Northern Jaegers then that meant the 'Dragons' Rean had heard them reference likely was the Nidhoggr corps he and the others had encountered in the Nord Highlands during the war. It was a shame that Instructor Sara wasn't present as her knowledge of jaeger corps would prove quite valuable at that moment, but at the very least it seemed the new Class VII had a Sara all of their own.

Minus the drinking, of course. And hopefully without the many many other foibles that defined their instructor.

Of greatest interest, however, was the last member of Class VII, Musse Egret. On the surface nothing more than the granddaughter of the advisor to the previous Duke Cayenne, but if Jusis' suspicions were correct then she might be a whole lot more. If he was right then perhaps there was an opportunity for hope in the upcoming meetings that he had previously been dreading so much.

It was absolutely imperative that Marquis Ballad not become the Duke of Erebonia's most prosperous region if the nobility wanted to have any shot at opposing the chancellor in the future.

But that all depended on two things. First he needed to confirm if she was who he suspected she truly was. And with that he needed to ensure she was willing to accept his proposal – as important as it was he had no intention of nominating someone unwilling to accept the position.

And just as importantly it was up to Rean, Millium, and his students to solve the ongoing jaeger crisis. There would be no resolution while Ordis was under siege from mercenaries, especially as they almost certainly had someone equally malicious pulling their strings. Still he had confidence in his friends, especially as he had received word that potential reinforcements might be closer than expected.

Hmm... Now that was an idea. Perhaps he should send a message to their former instructor to back up Class VII. A little insurance never hurt, even if the noble had full confidence in his friend and successor class. He turned to Patrick before giving a silent nod. They had a lot of work to do to ensure these next few days ended successfully.

Still, for the first time in what felt like ages the temporary Duke Albarea felt hope for the future.

After exiting the mansion and separating from Millium Class VII trekked back to North Street to turn in Ash's lame seashell. After that Rean allowed them all to visit Musse's home. Nothing too interesting occurred there, but at least Musse's grandparents seemed nice and the snacks offered were pretty tasty. And her sorta-friend sorta-bringer-of-chaos was a lot happier after the encounter, so it was a worthwhile use of time in Fie's eyes.

Although it did bother the former mercenary a little that her worldview on most nobles being arrogant foppish losers was taking hit after hit as it seemed like Class VII was meeting one that broke those stereotypes every other day. Between Patrick Hyarms, Jusis Albarea, Musse's grandpa, and even some of the other random ones they met like Rean's old schoolmate Ferris Florald, all seemed rather nice and helpful.

But at the same time they had an encounter with Marquis Ballad who checked every stereotype so hard that in her opinion he single-handily countered the virtues of all the other nobles combined.

With that last thing they needed to do in Ordis out of the way Class VII made the brief return trek to the field camp. There they reported everything that had occurred that morning to the other instructors alongside Major Claire. That Randy seemed to agree with her guess that the jaegers they discovered were probably remnants of the Northern Jaegers was a relief as she still wasn't entirely certain of her guess herself.

Still, even with that assumption there was little they could do about that knowledge at the moment.

Instead, after a short break they were off again – this time in the opposite direction towards the entertainment city of Raquel. From Ash's description of it it definitely sounded like the kind of place a jaeger would want to hang out, which meant it was their best shot at finding more intel.

And as a former jaeger Fie definitely was looking forward to checking out the place at night. A shame she was still a couple years away from drinking, but she was close enough to eighteen that she could probably slip into a casino without being questioned. Rean definitely wouldn't allow it and most of her classmates were a little too law-abiding to consider such a thing, but Ash would definitely be in on the idea. Maybe they could slip out in the middle of the night and-

“Please don't do whatever it is you are thinking about.”

She scowled. Rean didn't even look away from the road in front of them while making that statement and yet she knew it was directed towards her. Damn him and his stupid observation powers!

The path to Raquel took them through a large canyon. Just the sort of place a group of jaegers would be hanging out at if they were trying to go unnoticed by authorities. That was enough for Fie to focus much of her attention on their surroundings in the unlikely event any mercenaries decided to ambush them. Much to her pleasure she noticed all of her classmates doing the same.

Still, as wary as they were she wasn't at all surprised when they passed through the area without being attacked by anything more than a couple of stray monsters. Even if jaegers were there there was no reason for them to attack a group of travelers on the road, rare as they may be. Too much risk for too little reward, especially as Rean kept them away from the side roads where they'd be easier marks.

After a brief but tense trip the city of Raquel came into view. Even though Ash had warned them that it wasn't the most exciting place during the day she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed upon first glance. Sure there were a handful of tourists out and about and the place had a higher density of shops to explore, but outside of that it looked pretty similar to most other Erebonian towns.

At least those were her thoughts until Ash led them to the other end of the town where the casino, the theater, and a fancy club that she was fairly sure belonged to the Red Constellation lay. A glance towards Rean earned her a shake of the head, which wasn't all that surprising since that mirrored her opinion on the matter.

It might be a clue, possibly, but it was a little too obvious to be the answer they were searching for. A place like that would've been the first place authorities would've scoped out as soon as the incidents began. The Red Constellation weren't the kind of novices to make such a rookie mistake.

Instead they went with the tired but effective method of asking around in the town with Ash serving as their guide. While he lacked the same level of enthusiasm for the place that Musse had for Ordis there was a hint of something in the way he carried himself that belied his true feelings.

Under all that gruff exterior he probably cared about his home just as much as their other classmate.

This meant they had seen the homes of Kurt, Juna, Musse, and now Ash. Seemed a little much to be a coincidence, but Fie wasn't really thinking about that. Juna had said that her home was at Leeves with the rest of Class VII, and despite her best intentions Fie was starting to believe it. But could she express that feeling with the same pride all her classmates had with their homes?

It was something she would've loved to ask Altina about as they were the only two Class VII members without an actual hometown of their own, but it probably would've been a moot point. Her friend had made it clear that her home was at Rean's side and she wore that role with a confident certainty, even if she probably hadn't realized it herself.

Oh well. If nothing else she at least understood that people can react to their homes differently even if they loved them all the same. Kurt was more subdued as home reminded him of his perceived failures, Juna wore her hometown pride on her sleeves, Musse carried on with happy professionalism, and Ash tried to act cool and detached.

Maybe one day they'd get to visit Rean's hometown. Or perhaps the homes of Tita, Sandy, or any of the other friends she'd made since arriving at Thors?

After the fun that was Raquel's main street came the far less interesting but still fruitful rest of town. There was a church that was extremely out of place in a town of sin, but one with a sister that amusingly gave Ash a hard time – or at least she tried until the punk turned the tables on her. There was a pawn shop that quite obviously dealt in info as much as it did junk, not that they were able to get much of anything useful about the jaegers.

And there was Ash's apartment. He had been reluctant to let them in, but peer pressure was both fun and effective. With a groan the blonde unlocked the door and let them in.

Given that he had been at Thors and his mother had long since passed it wasn't surprising that the tiny apartment was covered in a layer of dust, but that didn't detract from the warmth of the place. It was mostly empty, but there was one picture that naturally drew the attention of all the students and their teacher.

It was a much younger Ash with a woman that could only be his mother.

Hearing about his childhood caused Fie to feel a modicum of respect for the woman in the picture. Someone struggling to survive, yet still willing to take in an orphan with nowhere else to go despite being completely out of their depths. Sure she might not have been a jaeger, but the parallels were too obvious for her to ignore.

“Boss would've loved her...” She hadn't meant to whisper it out loud, but to her relief it seemed like none of the others heard her.

The slight upturn of Ash's lips after her words were uttered was easily ignored by the somewhat embarrassed girl.

After spending a few minutes airing out the apartment the group of six departed, this time for the inn. Surprisingly the woman behind the counter had some info about the jaegers they were looking for, but nothing that'd help their immediate investigation unless they were willing to wait around into the night for the mercenaries to come in for a bite – something which she suspected Rean would not allow.

But that wasn't the only thing they had to do at the inn as Kurt reminded them all that they had a request in this town, something which Fie had completely forgotten. The client for that request was located right up the stairs in his rented room.

After enduring abuse from the arrogant man they eventually learned he had had an extremely expensive Star Sapphirl gem stolen from him the previous night. Given the man himself was completely fine and nothing had been done to the room he was in Fie found the story to be a little fishy, but kept her mouth shut on the off chance the thief was someone like the legendary Phantom Thief B. After a little pressing they were able to get the man to give up his travel itinerary for the previous night and so they began retracing his steps for their investigation.

The first place they visited was the train station. The woman working there was able to recall their client thanks to the man showing off his stupid gem. After briefly checking the lost and found she confirmed it wasn't there and that the man must've brought it out of the station with him. Admittedly it wouldn't have been hard for her to lie about it, but Fie was fairly certain the station employee didn't have the air of a con artist to her.

With that they retraced their client's steps to the theater where they heard a similar story – He had the gem, bragged about it to everyone around him, and left with it shortly after. That he wasn't robbed after being an idiot for so long led them to believe it hadn't actually been stolen like he claimed and that the moron had simply lost it before arriving at his room.

Rean gave them permission to call the request at that point if they wanted, and given how stupid their client had been Fie was sure she wasn't the only one considering the offer, but luckily – or unluckily – they remembered the pawn shop they had visited earlier. With Ash leading the way they doubled back to the small shop before asking about any gems that had turned up.

To their satisfaction, there had been one. A Star Sapphirl to boot. And the one trying to sell it was a rank amateur according to the pawn shop owner. A perfect match for someone who happened to find the gem and decided to try quickly pawning it off rather than return it to the owner.

Having Ash in their class was actually helpful for once because the shop owner was willing to go out of his way to give Class VII info on who the potential seller was and where they could find them, all without asking for anything in return. Ironically it was right back at the inn where they had started at.

Returning they were quick to find the guy – just some drunk wasting his day away at the bar. At first he tried to play ignorant when questioned and even seemed to know who they were for some reason, but the sorry excuse of a man wasn't smart enough to keep his mouth shut and gave up the game pretty quick. After that he instead adopted the argument he deserved a finder's fee for recovering the gem.

Were it Fie she would've probably done the same, but the difference was that she would've tried to find the rich owner immediately for the reward and not try to pawn it off before feigning ignorance when pressed. Instead the drunk was forced to give the gem up for nothing once the inn-keep threatened to cut him off from his booze.

As badly as she wanted to hit twenty so she could finally drink there was absolutely no way she'd end up a lame drunk like that. She was definitely gonna be a cool drinker, one who could hold her drink well with absolutely no adverse effects.

With the Star Sapphirl in hand the seven of them made the extremely quick trek up the stairs and back to the room of the original owner. Overjoyed he was quick to pay them an amount Fie was certain was well below a finder's fee, but at least he was surprisingly contrite enough to admit fault with his story and a promise to keep his gem under lock and key in the future.

Mission accomplished, but it didn't leave them any closer to solving their mean reason for being in Raquel.

Or at least that had been her thought process right up to the moment when they left the inn and were immediately accosted by a slimy looking older man named Miguel who acted overly friendly with Ash. Given the way the blonde punk looked like he'd just swallowed a lemon it was obvious the feeling wasn't mutual, but he did admit the guy was the biggest information dealer in Raquel.

Which was why it was shady as hell when the guy offered them the location the jaegers were hanging out for free. Information wasn't Fie's game, but one only needed to hang around in a jaeger corps for a little while before picking up the basics. And the first rule of information was a simple one:

Nothing was ever free.

Mira was the obvious price, but intel often came at the exchange of other intel, or perhaps even the promise of a future favor. But to freely give away the information that Class VII was looking for?

Yeah. This had shady written all over it.

At best this guy was sending them on a wild goose chase for the hell of it, but the more likely explanation was that he was sending them into a trap. After Miguel slunk off she turned and was about to warn the others of her opinion...

Only to see Rean and Ash sharing words quietly. They already knew.

Musse didn't appear as worried, but the thoughtful look on her face spoke volumes. She was too cunning to fall for something like this. Both Kurt and Altina appeared wary even if she didn't think they fully grasped the situation they were in. As for Juna...

Well, five out of six wasn't bad.

It was another reminder that she needed to stop underestimating her friends. Even if she was the only one with a jaeger background the others had a few months of experience with these outings to back their innate intelligence and skill. Something as obvious as this wouldn't trip them up.

That was enough for her to relax. If Rean was allowing them to follow up on this shady intel then that meant they would simply need to gather their own intelligence on the jaegers by seeing what kind of trap was awaiting them in the canyons that Miguel had pointed out. So long as they were wary and sufficiently prepared they should hopefully be able to manage whatever was waiting for them there.

“So...” Fie drawled out quietly to Ash as the two of them took up the rear after the group dismounted their bikes just short of the place Miguel told them about, “You and Rean discuss an actual plan to deal with whatever we're walking into or what?”

“Heh. Should've known you'd have figured it out. As for a plan? Nah. We'll simply kick the asses of whoever is waiting for us.”

She rolled her eyes, “Figures. You sure you aren't a former jaeger? That's the kind of lame bravado I'd expect from a Red Constellation member. Want me to refer you to Shirley the next time we meet? She'd probably love you.”

“Heh. As if I'd want to join that psycho. And do you really think you'll have time to refer anyone to Shirley while she's kicking your ass again?”

The girl did her best to ignore the insult. She already knew that if she fought Shirley again she'd probably still lose, but at the very least she was hopeful that with her recent growth the fight would be a little less humiliating, “Yeah. You're right. Next time we encounter her or those other enforcers I'll leave them to you. You're badass enough to handle them on your own, right?”

“Heh. Damn straight I am. But unlike you I'm not stupid enough to take on an enforcer on my own when I have you meat shields there to help out.”

He wanted to play that game, did he? “Right. Instead you'll attack them in a soldat and still get taken out in a single attack.”

“By the Aion! The hell was I supposed to know it was hiding behind us like that?!”

“Dunno, but for someone who claims to fight so smartly your situational awareness sucked.”

“Grr...!”

“Teehee. It's so wonderful to see the two of you are becoming such good friends.”

Musse's comment stopped them cold. Whoops. Their conversation had carried on so long and grown so loud the others were not staring at them. As for the comment itself, “Not a chance-”

“You know? I kinda see it.” Juna mussed, “Sure Ash wins in being loud and obnoxious, but Fie is just as combative and even snarkier. If I didn't know she was harmless I'd probably see her as just as rude.”

“I'm not harmless!”

“I don't get it.” Altina stated, ignoring Fie's protests, “If they are such good friends why do they argue constantly?”

“That, Little Bunny, is the fine art of trash talking. Everyone worth their salt does it. Especially when you aren't friends like me and Jaeger ain't.”

Kurt's sigh drew eyes to the swordsman, “Ignore Ash. Not everyone trash talks.”

“Everyone who's anyone does. Tell me, Little Bunny: Do you want to keep being a bore like Vander here, or do you wanna learn how to trash your opponents with the best of them?”

Despite herself Fie couldn't help but bob her head in agreement, “It's true. I wouldn't do it on a real battlefield, but it's a fun way to spruce up a friendly fight.”

“I see. I shall take your words under consideration.”

“Please don't teach Altina something so pointless!” Rean pleaded, finally entering the conversation, “And as riveting as this conversation has been, we're getting close to the meeting point, so let's keep it down.”

“Ja.” He was right. Fun time was over. Now it was time for them to walk straight into an ambush.

That wasn't to say they were going to be unprepared, of course. Fie had all of her senses strained to the max as she sought out anything out of place in the canyon, and she was certain the others did too. Given how good her teacher's sensing ability was she was at least fairly confident they'd have a few seconds to prepare before any trap was sprung.

A little ways in as they were crossing a natural overpass Rean stopped them, “Hold on. I don't sense... anything.”

His statement was weird. Not the words themselves, as they all – minus Juna – already knew they were walking into trouble. While listening to said girl freak out upon being told that little detail was pretty funny, the lithe student was busy trying to figure out why their teacher wasn't sensing anything.

Had they merely been sent on a pointless chase instead of an active trap? If so that would've been a major letdown, but Fie's gut was telling her this wasn't the case.

“Schwarzer. Who do you think's behind this? Who'd use a fake informant to get us out here just to beat the hell out of us?”

Fie hadn't thought that far ahead, but to her annoyance Ash brought up a very good point. If this was still a trap than someone was obviously behind it. This wasn't the kind of tactic Zephyr would use, and the Red Constellation were a lot more direct in their confrontations. So if this were a jaeger group-

“My money's on the fourth jaeger corps.”

Yep. That one. Thanks, Rean.

If her earlier guess was correct that would make their enemies Nidhoggr. Not a top-tier corps by any stretch of the imagination, but they were professionals through and through.

She was about to relay that information to them when the sound of gunfire drew all attention. At first she assumed this was the much awaited ambush finally rearing its ugly head, but the instinctive fear of gunfire faded as soon as they realized a very important detail – it was a long ways away.

“We need to confirm the situation. Stay alert and follow me!”

Class VII made good time as all they needed to do was cautiously follow the sounds of combat, something which seemed to intensify even as they closed the distance. Without the fear of an ambush and with the sounds of battle masking their approach it wasn't hard for her and her classmates to arrive at the battlefield undetected within just a few quick minutes.

And what they saw was entirely unexpected in hindsight. They knew the jaegers they encountered earlier were after Nidhoggr, so seeing those purple-clad warriors fighting the black uniforms of the dragon made perfect sense. It was hard to get a good grasp of the battle from a distance, but to her experienced eyes it seemed like the former had launched a surprise raid on the latter, which was understandable if Nidhoggr had been waiting to ambush Class VII and not them. A coincidence which made Class VII's life a lot easier.

Having accomplished their mission the Northern Jaegers broke off their attack. Nidhoggr, naturally, launched their own pursuit. Instead of chasing directly after them the Nidhoggr commander seemed to order his men into a pincer as the jaegers split into two groups. It might've been an effective tactic save for one teensy tiny issue:

One of the pincers was headed straight for Class VII.

For the second time in the day they prepared themselves to fight against a bunch of jaegers. Despite the innate uncertainty of battle Fie wasn't all too worried. From what she could remember Nidhoggr were more prone to unleashing ambushes or flank attacks compared to most other corps, but that specialization left them weaker in a head on fight.

“Who the hell...?!” The first jaeger exclaimed as soon as they noticed the students. Once again she couldn't launch a preemptive assault thanks to Rean's ordered restraint. Instead she settled for fingering her gunswords impatiently while her teacher tried to question the jaegers. On paper it might've had a shot at succeeding considering Nidhoggr's enemies were the other jaegers and not them.

Sadly, it seemed the jaegers were in a foul mood after the attack and thanks to having had a prior encounter with Rean and his classmates during the war weren't feeling inclined to chat. Instead the entirely expected outcome of a battle commenced.

Four jaegers and two military monsters against the six students and one war hero? It wasn't a particularly difficult battle for Class VII, with Rean taking on two of the jaegers by himself leaving the students to overcome jaeger experience with skill and sheer numbers.

But once again history saw fit to repeat itself as the other half of the Nidhoggr pincer returned just as they were about to interrogate the defeated jaegers, again stealing victory from them at the last second. Still, they had come out of the fight almost completely unscathed and the second group was only a little larger than the first, so the situation wasn't nearly as bad as it had been earlier when Jusis and Millium arrived to-

Wait.

Wait a second.

She wasn't a superstitious person by nature, but this encounter had been an almost exact repeat of earlier. And that fight – like so many others the previous two months – had been interrupted by the arrival of the Old Class VII. Fie risked taking her eyes off the jaegers to glance left, right, in front of her, and behind them.

Only then did she relax a little. Fighting a bunch of jaegers was annoying enough, but at least it beat having a bunch of show-offs once again appearing at the last second to bail them out-

“Suckers!”

It took almost all of her restraint to resist the urge to facepalm. Of course. How could she forget to check the cliffs above them?

With a tired groan the former jaeger watched as a streak of purple surged into the jaeger formation, gun and sword being used in unison to great effect. Fie blinked as realization dawned on her. She recognized this person.

Fie barely paid attention to the arrival of another girl atop an orbal bike as she stared blankly at the jaeger turned bracer who had taken her from prison and brought her to Thors.

Being rescued once again was still annoying as hell, but meeting up with Sara Valestein kinda made up for it. Maybe.

She began to second guess herself when the Purple Lightning turned and shot her a cheeky wink before refocusing in the jaegers. For some reason that gesture sent a chill down her spine.

Chapter Text

“How did it come to this...?” Fie groused miserably as she tried to focus on the windy roads leading back to the base camp.

“Aww, don't be like that.” Came the annoying voice of the side-car passenger.

It wasn't Musse, either. That annoyance had decided to ride back alongside the creepy woman who had introduced herself as Angelica Rogner.

Instead her newest headache was courtesy of the Purple Lightning herself.

At first she hadn't been against the idea of sharing a bike with the older woman as it had been over three months since the two had last spoken. In her mind catching up with Sara didn't seem so bad. Worst case scenario she was at least hopeful to pry some juicy intel from the A-Rank bracer, but privately Fie felt she owed the woman a lot and wouldn't have minded building a rapport with her.

“C'mon. Tell me I'm right. We both know it's true. Tell the world how the awesome Purple Lightning saved your life~ ”

The problem was that Sara was adamant that Fie made that private thought a public one as she constantly badgered the bike driver into admitting it out loud.

“Fine. I'll admit... that the food is a lot better at Thors. Some comfy beds to sleep in too.” From the corner of her eyes Fie observed Sara's excited expression fade into a dejected pout, “But the rest of it? It all sucks. My classmates are a constant headache-”

“Hey!”

“...My teacher's a pain in the ass who can't leave anything alone...”

“I'm not that bad, am I?”

“...Our principal is definitely gonna murder one of us in a spar before the year is over...”

“...” Yeah. Nobody could refute that one.

“...And everywhere we go we keep running into members of the original Class VII who always show up at the last second to steal our thunder. Do you guys plan it out like that?”

Angelica gave a laugh, “She's got you there. We were watching you guys fight for like three minutes before Sara finally decided to intervene. It was fun watching you kittens fight.”

“Ugh...” The teacher of her teacher let out a groan before refocusing her attention on Fie, “Stop lying!”

“Not lying. Everything I said was true.” It was, too. Her classmates and teacher were both pains in her butt. But they had a few tolerable traits to them too. Traits that made her decision to remain in Class VII not the worst thing she's ever done.

But once again that was something she would never admit out loud.

“Geez. If I knew you were such a brat I would've left you in that jail cell and saved myself all the paperwork.”

Fie rolled her eyes. Sara didn't mean that and they both knew it. Why was she being so stubborn about it?

The irony of that thought was lost on the younger of the two former jaegers riding together.

Well, whatever. They were almost back to camp. According to Sara these two planned to stick around just long enough to check out the place and meet up with some of the other instructors before making their way to Ordis for the night. She just needed to ignore the older woman for a few more minutes-

“I ran into the Jaeger King the other day.”

It took remarkable skill for Fie to both avoid losing control of her bike or slamming on the brakes, so sudden was that statement from Sara. “What!?” After ensuring they weren't about to die in a vehicular accident the stunned girl chanced a look at the bracer, only to see a massive grin on her face. Resisting the need to scowl at her Fie took a moment to recompose herself, “D-Did you, now? When and where?”

“Hmm... Now where was it again?” Sara tilted her head thoughtfully.

The silver-haired girl couldn't stop the growl from escaping her throat, “I know you're old but you aren't that old! Tell me!”

The look she earned for that age comment was appreciably sour, but sadly for her Sara was quick to recover, “Oh woe is me. If only there was something out there that could jog my poor brain a little...”

“What do you want?” The driver asked with a groan, “Mira?” She could probably put on a pitiful enough act for Rean to pay up. “Booze?” Randy didn't bring much with him during the field exercises but she was pretty sure he kept at least one bottle in his room for her to steal. “Something else?”

“Just tell me what I want to hear, Fie~!”

She wasn't sure what made her want to punch Sara more: The annoying request or the equally annoying sing-song voice she used. Either way Fie knew she was beaten, “Ugh... Fine.” She grumbled out, “You bringing me to Class VII wasn't all bad-”

“Nope.” Sara cut her off, “No mumbling. Hard enough to hear you on the bike as is. Say it nice and clear for the whole world to hear.”

The whole world might've been impossible, but a glance towards the other bikes let the humiliated student realize her classmates, teacher, and random guest were all listening in with varying degrees of amusement. She wanted to know about the boss and the others, yes, but did she really want to know that badly?

Unfortunately for her pride, she did. “Fine! Class VII and the rest of Thors hasn't sucked nearly as bad as I expected! Thanks for bringing me here!” She had to breath deep after letting out such an embarrassing line in front of the others, “Happy?”

“Hmm... Am I?” Sara mused thoughtfully, “Were you able to record it?”

Wait, what?

Musse giggled as she held up her ARCUS II, “Why of course I did. Every word, in stunning clarity.”

“Great. Send it to me later, will ya?”

Fie had no idea why a bracer has famous as the Purple Lightning had seemingly made humiliating her her sole mission in life, but she had, and it sucked. Here she was relying on the kindness of Musse of all people to preserve her reputation.

“Hmm... I don't know. It would feel bad betraying my friend like that.” Yes, Musse! Yes!

“What if I share some stories of Rean's time as a student? The kind he-”

“Deal!”

Well, there goes that hope.

“N-Now hold on a second-” At least Fie could take some solace in the fact that Rean looked about as miserable as she currently felt.

“I too would like to hear the stories of Instructor Rean's time as a student.”

“Me too! Elise was too nice with hers! I wanna hear more embarrassing stuff! And Musse send me that recording too!”

“Haha! Both of you look like idiots right now!”

Come to find out sharing the misery with someone else actually made it feel a little better. She still utterly loathed her friends in that moment, but at least Rean's suffering made it a little more palatable.

At the very least she deserved to hear those stories too.

“Instructor Sara...” Came the voice of a man at wit's end, “I think you were about to pass along some intel on the Jaeger King?”

Oh! Being the butt of the joke had caused Fie to forget the actual reason she made a fool of herself. The road no longer mattered to the girl as she turned a fervent look towards her passenger.

Unlike the past few minutes Sara actually looked and sounded serious as she began, “It was four days ago. I was doing my own investigations on the jaeger groups when I came across both him and the Sanguine Ogre observing a battle between Nidhoggr and the Northern Jaegers.”

“Shirley's here too?” Not entirely surprising, but bad news all the same. She thought back to their last encounter in Hamel, “Were they together?”

“I don't think so. Although they were getting along pretty well I got the feeling they were backing different sides in the fight even if neither seemed all that interested in intervening directly.”

“That's... enlightening.” Rean muttered unsurely, “Do you think they're still around?”

Sara hummed thoughtfully, “Honestly? I'm not sure. I haven't seen any sign of Zephyr or Ouroboros since, but my gut says they're definitely around.”

Fie's gut said the same thing. Given the last two months Ouroboros hanging around was almost a certainty. As for Boss...

Maybe she was just biased in her assessment of her dad's skills, but if Sara found him it was because he wanted to be found. It was just the kind of thing he'd do. Which meant that he would probably be showing up when she least expected-

“How come you never told me the Jaeger King was such a fox?”

…

Fie's thought process ground to a complete halt. “What did you just say?”

“I said your dad is a total hunk. Such a big grizzled man. Talking to him set my heart aflutter! You think the Jaeger King is looking for a Jaeger Queen? I'd definitely leave the guild for-”

Words continued to spill forth from Sara's horrible mouth, but Fie no longer had the sanity to understand them. The mental image in her mind was too horrific to even consider, but despite her best efforts she could not purge those thoughts from her brain.

As much as she was coming to appreciate her time at Thors it was an unfortunate reality that this new life came with a lot of headaches. None of those, however, compared to the absolute menace in her life known as Sara Valestein. Despite having only spent a few days alongside the elite bracer there was one undeniable truth in life.

Sara was the real headache. All the others looked pathetic in comparison.

It took far longer then she would've wished for Sara to finally leave her alone. First they were forced to stand and watch as the two reunited with Towa and after that they needed to endure another debriefing where all their collected intel was passed to the other instructors. Only after that did Rean dismiss them for the night while promising to give Sara and Angelica a tour of their camp.

...But before she could turn in for the night she had a second debrief to give. “And that's when Sara started swooning over my dad! It was awful!”

Sandy giggled as she continued working on the food she was making behind the counter, “That doesn't really match the image I had of her, but I guess there wasn't much time for her to drool over men during the war.” She tilted her head in thought, “Plus I can't really imagine any of the older men in Alster would catch her eye.”

That Sandy already knew the bracer wasn't much of a surprise given the stories she'd told about how the original Class VII saved her home during the war. That she was able to take her horrid tale in stride was pretty disappointing, however.

“It didn't fit my assessment of her either.” Came the soft voice of the girl sitting next to Fie. They were the first words spoken by Altina since the two of them arrived in the food car, but there was a very good reason for that.

Sandy had offered to make her favorite food for the two of them and thus the quiet girl had contented herself with staring impatiently with fork and knife in hand as the Class IX girl slowly but surely created a majestic stack of pancakes. Fie was honestly surprised the girl wasn't drooling with how intently she was staring at the chef.

That settled it. She was definitely gonna try her hand at making pancakes once they were back at school. She'd be Altina's best friend for life.

“Still, despite the... ordeal you went through,” For some reason the silver-haired girl didn't think Sandy was respecting just how horrible the past few hours had been, “I'm glad you all are alright. I know you've faced a lot worse, but jaegers are always scary.”

“You're saying I'm scary?”

“I'm saying I don't think you're a jaeger anymore.”

To that Fie had no retort.

“All finished!” She nodded gratefully as Sandy placed a nice looking stack of pancakes in front of her, topped with syrup and butter. It had been a long day and the meal looked awfully good in that instance.

Naturally that didn't compare at all to Altina who began attacking her much larger stack with the fervor of a starving military monster. The sight was both captivating and horrific in equal measures, meaning neither member of the Cooking Club could avert their eyes.

“S-Still...” Sandy eventually got out even as they continued to watch the stack shrink at an insane rate, “I feel kinda bad. You guys are constantly going into danger and I'm back here just making food. I'm no fan of fighting, but I wish I could be doing more to help...”

“Don't worry about it. Every military needs their support, even Zephyr. I remember a couple guys who I could beat in a fight when I was thirteen, but were some of the boss's favorites because of the work they did back at camp. Just having you around to keep us fed and keep the camp guarded is enough for me.”

“Plus...” Altina chimed in as she took a brief break from obliterating her meal, “You can hardly be faulted for us constantly running into danger. That, I believe, is entirely the fault of Instructor Rean.”

Fie nodded her agreement as she finally began eating from her own plate, “What she said.”

“Hehe. Thanks, you two.” Seeing her friend perk up a little was a relief, “Oh, and on that subject, Instructor Rean found me some more vegetable seeds today. Wanna help me plant them when we get back to campus?”

Fie stared at Altina. Altina stared back. The same confusion was mirrored on both their faces.

How did Rean keep finding seeds without them noticing during their missions!?

“Y-Yeah, sure. Just remind me when you wanna get started.”

“Allie! Fie!” Their conversation was interrupted by the ever loud and familiar voice of their pink-haired classmate.

That in itself wouldn't have been an issue, but the presence of Kurt, Ash, and Musse with her was enough for Fie to let out a groan. All of them together meant nothing good was coming their way, “Go away. We're busy.”

“Have either of you seen Instructor Rean?”

The two girls shared a look, “Uh, he was showing Sara and Angelica around, right?”

“That's what we thought, but none of them are in camp. Stark said he saw the three of them leaving camp together.”

“Perhaps they're off on a scandalous evening rendezvous?”

Fie furrowed her brow in thought as she ignored Musse's stupid suggestion, “I know Sara said they were headed to Ordis after this, but I don't think Rean would bother escorting them...”

The guy was cheesy as hell which somehow allowed him to woo a whole bunch of different women, but despite her many flaws Sara was more than capable of taking care of herself, and the daughter of House Rogner seemed like no slouch either. There's no way he'd play the sappy knight and bring them back.

Which meant...

“The prick probably went off to gather info on his own. Fifty mira says he's living it up in Raquel as we speak.”

Fie hated being on the same wavelength as Ash, but sadly she was. At least the others all seemed to share that same opinion so she wasn't alone with that.

“So I take it you guys are gonna break the rules and sneak out of camp to find him? You remember what happened the last time we did that, right?” Kurt looked contrite and Juna seemed a little sheepish, but neither Musse nor Ash seemed to care one way or the other. The silver-haired girl gave a shrug, “I'm in.”

“Um...” All eyes turned towards Altina. The girl seemed conflicted. Although she didn't vocalize the reasoning it wasn't hard to tell why. One only needed to see how her eyes darted between Class VII and her half eaten stack of pancakes.

A grin came to Fie's face as an idea came to mind. Taking advantage of her special privileges she gave the stoic girl a reassuring headpat, “Don't worry. I got an idea.”

“Go! Go!” Came the enthused cry from the side-car, “...But don't go too quickly.”

The caution was well advised as Altina gripped her plate tightly as she continued to eat despite the fact that she and the rest of Class VII was now speeding down the highway towards the city of sin. Fie had promised that she'd avoid hitting any bumps and it was a promise she was going to keep.

...Had she made the same promise to any of the others she probably would've aimed for every bump and hole in the road she could spy. But Altina was special. Nobody wanted to see a disappointed Altina.

Even with those restrictions it wasn't a difficult journey and soon enough Class VII – with a very full rabbit – made it to Raquel. Unsurprisingly Ash's insistence that the town was a completely different place after dark proved an accurate one as the place buzzed under the excited throngs of tourists with neon lights illuminating the place just as well as the sun had during the day.

But that left the students with a very noticeable problem, “Where the hell is Rean at?”

“Either Schwarzer came here to check out the hot chicks or he's digging up dirt on jaegers, yeah? Too bad we don't have any of the former in our class, but at least we got a hired killer to guide us.”

The only reason Fie didn't slug Ash for his comment was because Juna beat her to the punch. Literally. At least seeing Musse's mask slip for a moment at the dig almost made up for the crude words. Almost.

Still, it wasn't as if the annoying punk was entirely wrong and soon enough Sylphid found herself faced with five pairs of curious eyes. The girl hummed thoughtfully, “I'd say a bar or a place with cheap grub would be a good place to check, but there are way too many of them here. Pawn shop might have some info, but I think we used up our one freebie earlier and I'm not in the mood to pay up.”

She considered the other end of town, “Opera's out, obviously. Neue Blanc would be our best bet at finding the Red Constellation, but...” She gave a helpless shrug, “No chance we're cracking into place on our own. Only other place I can think of... the casino.”

“Hell yeah! I was gonna go there even if Schwarzer wasn't!”

With a cheerful Ash taking point the six teens navigated their way through the teeming masses up the main road. Despite her insistence that Rean would probably be at the casino she kept her eyes peeled for any sign of familiar black hair, but if he was on the street than even she couldn't spot him.

Reaching the casino proved no problem, but they soon found themselves facing an unexpected challenge, “Sorry cuties, but I can't let you in without an adult to accompany you.” Came the words of one of the 'guards' of the casino, a blonde lady wearing a revealing bunny suit capped with black bunny ears.

“Uh...” Came Kurt's hesitant voice as he wracked his brain for something to say, “We believe our teacher is in there. We just need to go in for a few seconds to check. Perhaps we could send a message instead...?”

“I would love to help you, but rules are rules.” Replied the genuinely apologetic looking bunny lady.

Well this was awkward. Sure they could've simply forced their way in, but these were just a pair of scantily dressed civilians doing their job. Would the others be willing to create a distraction for her and Altina to stealth their way in? Or maybe-

“Teeheehee.” Musse's giggle was both worrisome and reassuring in equal measure. Worrisome because it was the same laugh she used whenever a dangerous idea came to her brilliant mind. Reassuring because right now they were presumably chasing the same goal so anything coming from that devious brain was probably helpful, “What if we made a deal with you to turn a blind eye?”

“Sorry hun, but I'd feel bad taking a bribe from a kid.”

But Musse wasn't finished, “Who said anything about a bribe? I was referring to a once in a lifetime opportunity that you wouldn't want to miss.”

The sly way she put that caused both sentries to glance at each other uneasily, “W-What do you mean?”

“We're Thors Military Academy's Class VII.” She announced proudly. Fie's eyes widened in realization, an expression which had she looked she would've seen mirrored on Kurt and Ash's faces.

But unsurprisingly the two bunnies were still confused, “I think I've heard of you...?” One questioned aloud.

Musse giggled, “I'm not surprised. I know a few gossip magazines have mentioned us. Or more specifically... our instructor.”

“The Ashen Chevalier!” The other exclaimed breathlessly.

“The one and only. Our nation's greatest hero, waiting inside for his precious students to meet with him.”

“I knew he looked familiar! How many other men would have three beautiful women hanging off his arms like that?”

Fie shared a look with Kurt. Three? Wasn't it supposed to be two?

“W-Would you be willing to introduce him to us?” Came the excited request.

“Introduce? I'm sure our dearest instructor would be glad to do that and more. Autographs. A picture, maybe? Why, just think of all the things you could do once he finds out how you helped his precious students out~”

Damn. Musse was always brilliant, but it was obvious she had these two women eating out of her hands. The girl remained as dangerous as ever.

“W-Well, alright. I'm sure the manager won't mind, especially if we can get a picture of the Ashen Chevalier. I guess we can let you through. But... There's one thing I want you to do first before we will let you in.”

“Hmm?” Even Musse was caught off guard by that last second request. Hopefully it wasn't anything too annoying-

Everyone was stunned silent as the bunny girl with the request removed her ears before deftly placing them on Altina's head, “You're too cute! I can't help myself!”

They all stared at the scene with five members of Class VII doing so with interest while one just seemed both confused and unamused, “...Why did you just place that on my head?”

“It's because you're so adorable, Allie!”

“I fail to see how fake ears make me 'adorable'.”

“Eh. Not really my thing, but now you actually look the part, Little Bunny.”

“Black Rabbit is my code name. It has nothing to do with actual bunnies.”

“Those big ears will make sure we won't lose you in the crowd~”

“I refuse to believe that you are so unobservant as to lose track of me regardless of how full the casino is.”

“We did agree to this, I suppose...”

“We never agreed to anything. Plus, this is silly and has absolutely no bearing on our mission.”

While Fie could appreciate the concerted teasing her classmates were directing towards Altina she was more than ready to head on in, “I figured you'd want to find Rean the most, and yet you're making us waste our time here. Aren't you supposed to be his partner?”

Altina shot her a brief but withering glare before turning away with a grunt and walking into the casino with what little dignity she still possessed.

It didn't help her cause that she was still wearing those ears.

Having had their fun at their most stoic member's expense the rest of Class VII followed her inside. While this wasn't the first time she had been in a casino Fie couldn't help but be taken aback by the crowds and the lights and the noises, “...Wow.”

“Damn right.” Ash agreed, having been the only one to hear her muttering, “We've gotta sneak up here to play at least once before the weekend is over.”

The former jaeger could only nod her assent.

As busy as the casino was they were still confident they'd be able to spot Rean easily enough, especially if he was still with Sara and Angelica. That they didn't see him anywhere was a little worrisome, but they still had the second floor to check. It took a few minutes to pry a curious Ash and Juna away from a blackjack table and slot machine respectively, but once they were certain the first floor was clear the group of six ascended the lone flight of stairs to the second floor.

Unsurprisingly the upstairs wasn't all that dissimilar from below. The games being played differed and supposedly the stakes were higher, but everything else was basically the same. That made it extremely easy for Fie and the rest of Class VII to scan the area for their missing instructor.

A mop of familiar black hair sitting at one of the tables drew Fie's gaze and she turned to-

She froze. Had she been paying attention she would've noticed the worried looks from her classmates – even Ash. But she wasn't.

None of that information processed in her brain.

Rean was there in front of her gaze, yes. As was Sara, Angelica, and for some reason Major Claire. For some reason they appeared to be at a table playing vantage masters.

But once again none of that left any mark on her mind.

It was who they were playing against that really caught her attention. Three intimidating men in combat uniforms that looked wholly out of place among the richly dressed civilians that filled the place.

There was Xeno. The lanky man looked as carefree as ever as he placed a card on the table. But anyone who knew him as well as she did understood just how dangerous the man was despite his laid-back appearance.

And of course if Xeno was there that meant Leo was too. Unlike his partner Zephyr's Behemoth was entirely focused on the cards in his hand. Many an opponent failed to realize the massive man had a cunning intellect to match his outward appearance, but few lived long enough to understand their mistake.

The presence of her two brother figures did pierce the haze that had taken over Fie's brain, but only barely.

And that was because everything else was focused entirely on the man in the middle facing her teacher. Although she had met him in Sutherland that encounter was all too brief and over so quickly she might've thought she had dreamed it had it not lived rent free in her memories for the past two months.

In fact it was actually a little upsetting just how casual the man was being in that moment despite having been responsible for so many sleepless nights for the girl. He must've realized someone was watching him as his eyes tracked ever so slightly in their direction, with the corners of his mouth ticking upwards the only acknowledgment that he spotted her.

With shaky steps Fie began to close on the table. This wasn't an encounter she was ready for, but it had arrived all the same. Any words she had rehearsed prior to this had completely slipped from her memory. There was only one word she could force herself to say.

“B-Boss?”

Chapter Text

“B-Boss?”

“Well now. If it isn't Fie. And the rest of Class VII too. Hmm? Seems you've gotten some new faces in your class since our last meeting.” As usual the Jaeger King treated the unexpected reunion with the same excitement one held when discussing the weather.

At least Rean seemed properly surprise, “W-What are you guys doing here? A-And why are you wearing bunny ears?”

“We're here to rescue you.” Musse giggled out.

“...I don't want to talk about it.” And yet despite her claims of annoyance Altina continued to stoically wear those ears.

Those precious few moments were enough to shake Fie out of her stupor. Now that she got a good look at it the situation was really weird. Rean, Sara, and their companions were challenging Boss and the other Zephyr members to a game of Vantage Masters?

...And from what she could tell they were getting crushed.

“What's the stakes?” She asked once she recomposed herself.

“These fine folks were looking for information, but we both know something that valuable ain't free. So I figured why not spice things up a bit with a card game. Sure beats having to waste our night off leveling half the town in a fight, don't you think?”

Fie was sure the situation seemed really weird to her classmates, but to her? “Yeah. Makes sense.”

If Boss and the others were staking their information on a game than it must not have been anything that went against their current contract, but the mercenary leader had his own sense of honor – if he was staking anything on a battle like this then it was probably something worth fighting for.

Even if the battle was fought using trading cards.

But right now it seemed like Rean and the others were losing. Sara especially was sporting an ugly scowl on her face as Xeno's side of the board seemed a lot busier than hers. She might've talked a big game but it seemed her card game skills weren't all that good.

Ammunition for later.

“Let me sub in for you, Valestein.” Seems Ash had the same idea, “I can turn your game around.”

“I know this game to some extent.” Fie almost snorted at Musse's innocent comment. The girl was an absolute menace – best to not let Leo know that, “I'm not quite as adept with complex calculations as you, Major, but would you mind if I took your place?”

The ex-Zephyr girl was about to lament her uncharacteristic slowness when she noticed Rean was looking at her thoughtfully. ...He wasn't, was he? “Would it be alright if I allowed Fie to take my place?”

Well damn. He did.

“I got no problem with that, but you sure? You might've been losing, but that was because I could tell you were too busy worrying about these ladies. I got the feeling you'd fare pretty well in a rematch. Sure you want to risk everything like that?”

It galled Fie to agree with Boss's statement, but it was true. As confident as she was in her own skills she knew Rean was way better at VM. For some insane reason he'd had proven to be a real pro at the game, even enough to give Musse a hard time.

“Haha. I'm sure. And I'd advise you to underestimate my students at your own peril. They have a tendency of surprising people.”

“Heh. If this one is any indication...” Boss said as he glanced her way, “...then you're probably right. Alright. Let's switch it up.”

For some odd reason as Fie took the seat just vacated by her teacher she couldn't help but feel a surprising amount of nerves. She was just playing a card game for low stakes and yet it felt like she was about to take on a Magic Knight by herself.

Given her opponent that comparison might not have been too far off the mark.

“Want to keep things balanced with my spare deck or you confident in your own?”

Not the worst offer, but Fie shook her head confidently as she pulled her own VM deck out of her pocket, “Nah. My deck's special to me. My friends helped me make it.”

“That sounded cool but we didn't help you make it. You stole our cards after beating us!”

Naturally Fie ignored Juna's comment. The peanut gallery didn't have the right to comment. Surprisingly though Rutger didn't ignore it, “Is that so? Still a jaeger through and through I see.”

“Old habits die slow, I guess.” That exchange was enough to calm her nerves a little as she placed down her master card before shuffling the rest of her deck. That calm lasted for mere seconds as she found herself gaping when Boss placed his own master down, “T-The hell is that?! I've never seen a card like that before!”

“Haha, yep. This Beast is pretty strong, ain't it? Had to pull a few strings but I was able to get my hands on it a few months before it hit the open market.”

“It's bullshit if you ask me!” Xeno groused from beside the boss, “Hard to win against a guy when his cards are that much better than yours, don't you think?”

The older Claussell simply laughed off his subordinate's words, “Maybe, but it suits me, don't you think?”

Fie considered the card, “Yeah. I guess so.” She tore her eyes away from the playing field to glance back at her classmates and teacher, “Don't let his cool attitude fool you. On the battlefield he is as much a beast as he is a man.”

“Hey now, I resent that. I'm nothing like Baldur or the Ogres.”

To that she could only shrug. Hard to see much of a difference when the man in front of her once cut through an entire platoon of jaegers with a single swing of his Buster Glaive solely because they had her pinned down.

“Alright, then. How 'bout we get this game started? I don't mind chit-chattin' while we're playing, but it'd be mighty awkward if we're still just gabbing away when these other battles have finished.”

Right. Fie had almost forgotten that Ash and Musse were having their own duels. A quick glance showed both students seemed to be holding their own, but it was clear they were still in the early turns of their matches.

With a nod she watched as Boss shuffled his deck. The first two turns passed uneventfully as both sides worked to build up their mana reserves and deploy a wall of Natials to shield themselves. Much to her relief as crazy as Boss's master was the rest of his deck seemed to be full of relatively standard card. Dangerous, yes, but nothing she couldn't handle.

But it was the master itself that promised her the most headaches. Her Thief relied on dishing out multiple quick attacks each round while Rutger's Beast was all about countering anything sent its way with absurdly powerful counters.

In other words it was the perfect counter to her Thief.

“So I'm curious.” Boss chimed in as his master claimed a mana crystal, further increasing its damage output and mana generation, “You've been at that school for a few months now, yeah? Found yourself a boyfriend yet? Or maybe a girlfriend?”

It was a good thing Fie hadn't been drinking anything as she would've spewed liquid across the table. Instead she found herself coughing violently on air for a moment. Eventually she recovered enough to glare at the smug looking man across the table, “The hell!?”

It took all of her concentration to focus on Boss and not let herself be distracted by the laughing Juna or Ash. Hell, even Musse and Rean both let out noises that sounded suspiciously like snorts of amusement.

Only Altina and Kurt remained silent. Her true best friends.

Somehow the Jaeger King had the gall to act unaffected by her glare and the reactions of her classmates, giving a confused look in response, “What? I know work's kept me busy, but that doesn't mean I can't be curious about your life, right?”

“That's fine, but did you really have to start with something that lame?” She countered with a pointed look, “Ugh... I'd forgotten how annoying you can be. Taking out your Dullmdalla with my Tarbyss, by the way.”

“Aww. Don't be like that. You're breaking my heart.”

“You should hurry up and answer the question.”

“Yeah! We're curious too!”

Great. Now Leo and Xeno were getting in on the action too. She opened her mouth to shoot them down, but paused before she could speak. Any poor sap she named would find themselves suffering greatly at the hands of the three warriors across from her, but maybe...

Maybe she could take advantage of this.

Forcing herself to adopt the sweetest smile imaginable the girl reached her hands out to either side of her with one landing on the shoulder of Musse and the other Ash, “Yep. You got me. This is my boyfriend Ash and my girlfriend Musse.”

“The hell!?”

“Oh my...”

“I'm dating both at the same time. Didn't mean for it to happen like that, but they kinda pressured me into it. These last few weeks have been... wild.”

Seeing Ash begin to squirm uncomfortably and blubber out denials as Xeno made threatening gestures? Priceless. Seeing the ever in control Musse shrink back under Leo's judgmental stare? That was something beyond priceless.

Seeing her two biggest headaches suffer was the healing salve Fie never knew she needed.

Too bad it didn't last long as Boss put his cards down long enough to slap both jaegers... hard, “Enough of that, you two. We've watched the school long enough to know she's lying.”

Fie – who had been in the process of buffing up her Thief before ending her turn – froze at his words. Did he just say...?

“Is that to mean that you've been spying on our school?” Seems Rean heard the same thing she had.

Rutger waved him off nonchalantly before pausing to draw his next card, “Don't worry about it. We made sure to stay away from any private areas. Just gotta make sure our little Fie is living her best life and all.”

“I see...?” Rean muttered out before shaking his head violently, “W-Wait, no! That's not the point! As a teacher I don't think I can allow that to continue.”

For once Fie was grateful to her teacher. Sure she didn't think he stood a chance in hell at stopping Boss on his own, but at least he saw just how crazy it was that she was being stalked by her own family. Maybe if he got Randy to help out or better yet he could take it up with the princ-

“Heh. If it makes you feel better the Golden Rakshasa told us she was fine with it. My Marme is attacking your Thief.”

“She did!?” The question came from her, Rean, and seemingly everyone else at the table who wasn't currently wearing a Zephyr uniform.

The Jaeger King let out a chuckle at their combined reaction, “She did. Thought we were in for a hell of a fight when she caught us, but in the end she made us drink with her. That crazy woman drank poor Xeno here right under the table.”

“Ugh. Don't remind me. I can't remember the last time I had a hangover that bad.”

“After that she told us we were free to come and go whenever we wanted so long as we shared a drink with her after.”

“Uh...” For once the teacher of Class VII appeared to struggle for words, “...I guess it's alright then if the principal approves?”

Rutger let out a laugh, “Glad you approve. Wouldn't mind shooting the breeze with you over a few drinks some time. One of those... what's it called?”

“Parent teacher conference?”

“That's the one! Thanks Leo.”

The silver-hair girl grimaces. That sounded... awful. Almost as awful as watching Boss buff up his master once again.

She did her best to ignore the embarrassing things to focus on the board in front of her. Right now she had more cards on the field, but that was mostly because she'd been ignoring his master as it was completely unassailable thanks to its potent counters, which were further enhanced by a pair of buffs he had applied to it. Even her strongest Natials would get obliterated if they tried to attack it, and the card itself had enough life points to soak up everything she could throw at it, which would leave her completely exposed to whatever he would throw at her in return. She could chip away with her ranged units, but that wouldn't come close to adding up on its own...

Sure she could keep killing off his Natials and enduring whatever he threw at her, but eventually she'd need to attack him directly and that was when she'd-

Fie paused. She blinked as realization settled in. Maybe that wasn't entirely accurate...?

“Hmm? Seems like you've got something over there.” Boss mused aloud. It made sense since he was always a master at reading her.

“Yes? Maybe?” She let out a shrug, “Guess we'll need to see.”

To emphasis that point she drew her card, summoned a Natial to fill her front line and a Tarbyss for her backfield, used her Thief's special ability to draw another card, and ended her turn. She didn't attack.

Boss responded in kind, summoning an extremely powerful Tentarch before using the rest of his mana to summon an additional card with his Beast's same ability that her Thief possessed.

It cost her two of her own monsters to take out his, but that was alright as she had a stronger one in hand to replace one of the losses, plus this freed up her Tarbyss to take an attack of opportunity at the Beast. It didn't do much, but every point counted.

“Well now. I ain't the kinda guy willing to sit around and let my opponent keep taking free shots.” To prove his point Boss drew and instantly deployed a Vanish card, obliterating her precious Tarbyss. Fie resisted the urge to scowl – that card was vitally important to her strategy, but she still had another one in her deck somewhere.

If that one was destroyed, however, then she would be screwed.

“...Well played.” The deep voice of Leo briefly put a pause to their battle as the massive man laid his remaining cards on the table in surrender. Musse bowed graciously as her win.

As much as Fie adored the Behemoth that outcome didn't surprise her in the slightest.

“Heh. Well I'll be... You must be a pretty impressive young lady to beat Leo like that.” Musse merely giggled happily at the praise from Rutger, “How you holding up, Xeno?”

“I'm... holding, Boss.” Came the strained voice of the Trap-Master. It didn't sound like he was holding up at all to her.

Well damn. With Musse victorious and Ash seemingly close she was starting to feel the pressure. The rules stated that all three of them needed to win, after all.

She smirked as she drew her last Tarbyss, but she didn't deploy it. Although Boss had few Natials on the field, none of which could strike her backfield, the man had already proven he had that capability in his hand. Given how thin his deck was starting to look from his constant drawing of cards she just needed to wait a few more turns...

Instead she deployed her strongest Natial – a Neptjuno. Not only did it have seven health points, but it protected the two neighboring Natials. Boss had no Natials on his side of the field with that kind of power.

Briefly she recalled a not-so-fond memory of Musse using an Expel card to banish that monster and shatter her defenses during one of their matches together. Hopefully history wouldn't be repeating itself that day.

But his Beast was currently sitting at eight attack. Fie had a medic in hand to give it the needed boost, but she didn't have the mana to use it that turn. Boss hadn't been risking his Beast too much thus far, instead relying on its special ability to keep drawing more cards, but she had a feeling he'd see her prized card as too vital a target to ignore, even with the damage he'd take on the counter...

So she moved her Thief into the front. In the space her Neptjuno couldn't reach.

“Hmm? Well ain't that something...” The Jaeger King stared at her for a few long seconds. It was as if he was searching her soul to glean her intent. It was an ordeal, but years perfecting her stoic face seemed to pay off for her as he nodded, “Well, alright. I'll bite. Full attack on your master with all my cards.”

On one hand it was good that he did what she needed him to, but on the other it was pretty horrifying seeing her almost pristine master drop from twenty-four health to twelve in an instant.

With her Thief having served as bait she was quick to retreat it back, plug the gap with a weak Natial, and enhance her Neptjuno to make it safe from the Beast. She was almost out of cards, but given Boss had been drawing them even quicker than she had he was in the same boat.

They were entering the endgame.

Boss drew, summoned a powerful Xenofiend onto the field, and used a Vanish card to destroy the Greon she thought was safely tucked away under her Neptjuno's aegis, causing Fie to scowl as her monster count was reduced to three. Still she was quick to regain her composure as simple math showed she still had enough to execute her plan, even if another sacrifice would be needed to deal with his Xenofiend before that Natial could get off its special ability.

Belatedly she realized she'd dodged a bullet with that one. Had he kept that card in his hand for a few turns more than she would've been in deep trouble.

Fie drew – her second to last card – And deployed another filler Natial. After that she took out the Xenofiend without letting her Neptjuno take damage, even if it came at the cost of another Natial and three of her master's precious health.

“Gah! Dammit!” Xeno's cry and Ash's victorious taunt heralded the second defeated Zephyr member. That left all eyes on Boss as he drew his final card. The only unit he had on the field was his master and his hand held no other cards so this was the last thing he could play-

“I end my turn.” He stated succinctly without doing a thing.

That... was worrisome. Fie's final draw was a weak little Hepetus which she deployed with the minimum of considerations. It was the other remaining card in her hand that weighed heaviest. She wanted to deploy it, but that last card in her father's hand was worrisome. If it was a counter to her plan than victory would become impossible.

But at the same time not doing anything would also leave victory impossible as it would leave them in a total stalemate.

With a deep breath she laid down her final card... her second Tarbyss.

“I see.” Kurt mused from his spectator's position. “Fie doesn't have the strength to beat that master directly, so instead she created a wall of Natials to protect her lone remaining ranged unit. By the time the Jaeger King cuts through her front line the counters and missile shots will have taken him down.”

“Heh. I see. Seems you've gotten better at picking and choosing your battles.” Boss stared down at his last remaining card for a painfully long time causing the silver-haired girl to get antsy with worry. What was it? She knew her plan wasn't foolproof but it was the best she could come up with on short notice. Did he have something to snatch away her victory...?

Instead the older man threw the card down, “I'm out. Congrats, Fie.”

Fie let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding as she basked in the praise of her classmates, instructor, and the older women that had accompanied Rean. Who knew a simple card game could be so stressful?

And yet as the former Zephyr member began to calm down she couldn't help but narrow her eyes in thought. The way Boss acted with that final card before giving up...

Curiously she reached over and flipped that card, revealing a Disaster, a card that could've done big damage to an entire row of her Natials. Even though she had half expected something like that it didn't stop her from sending an irritated look towards her father figure.

Rutger, for his part, seemed completely nonplussed by her reaction, “Sure I could've played that, but it wouldn't have made much difference either way. Your front line is strong enough to weather such an attack, and while I could've taken out your shooter it would've turned the game into a stalemate. I think you'd agree that nobody wants an outcome like that.

She was mollified... somewhat. Still, between that ending and the fact Boss seemed to play uncharacteristically defensive in that match and she couldn't help but feel he was playing less to win and more to test her. It was the sort of thing he loved to do.

At the very least it seemed she had passed that test as Boss had a tiny little smirk on his face as he gathered up his cards, “Either way you guys have done a damn fine job beating me and my boys like that. Time for me to fulfill my end of the bargain.”

Good. Fie knew Boss was good for his word, but the battle had been so stressful that she had pretty much forgotten the reason for the fight to begin with.

“Wait a sec, Fie.” Boss called out as she stood from her seat, “Ain't you forgettin' something?”

She was about to question what that could've been when he flicked his wrist and sent a card sliding across the table. Quick reflexes were the only thing that stopped it from falling off her side. Curiously she turned it over to reveal the face.

It was his Beast master card.

“You take a card from the vanquished, right? Consider that your spoils of a hard fought battle.” The words of a true jaeger.

For a moment she was surprised that he was giving away his most valuable card like that, but she was quick to hide her thoughts under a mask of nonchalance, “Hmm... It's a good card, but I'm not sure it suits my style very much.”

Naturally he responded with an equally nonchalant shrug, “It's your card now. Do whatever you want with it. Think of it as a memento.” That statement caused her to give him a confused look, “I have no idea what you're gonna end up doing in the future, but your past isn't something you'll ever forget.”

His words caused her to once again look down at the card in her hand. Like Boss she had no idea what her future entailed, but he was right about her past. Even if she was no longer a member of Zephyr that training and experience forged in a pool of blood and violence was as much a part of her as anything else. It's a lifestyle she wouldn't want to experience again, but it was one she didn't regret living through one bit.

Maybe the Beast suited her more than she initially thought.

With her thoughts focused entirely on the card in her hand and the words that went with it she silently ceded the conversation to Rean and his questions.

It was only after Class VII left the casino that Fie realized she had been so engrossed in the card game and its aftermath that she hadn't remembered to ask her father any of the questions that had been plaguing her. For some reason that didn't actually surprise her one bit.

Boss wouldn't have been Boss otherwise.

“Ain't that something.” Rutger Claussell muttered just after Fie and her friends left the casino. It took considerable willpower to resist the temptation to light up a cigar. Classy place like this probably had a no smoking rule and it wouldn't be nice of him to ignore it even if he doubted they'd dare try to reprimand the scary looking jaeger guy.

A shame, but at least the booze was pretty damn good. Something which he gladly partook of in lieu of his favorite smoke.

“Are you certain it was alright to divulge as much as you did?”

He waved off Leo's words with practiced ease, “Eh. No biggie. Schwarzer seems like a smart guy. Most of the things I said simply confirmed what he probably already suspected. Hell, Icy Maiden's boss probably knows more than we do.”

“Fair enough,” Xeno agreed as the lanky man leaned back in his chair, “but why'd you go and hog Fie like that, huh? Would've been fun to challenge her to a match.”

“Don't care to hear any bitching from someone who got clobbered by her classmate.” The Trap-Master scowled at the reminder, but Rutger wasn't finished yet as he glanced between his two subordinates, “How were they, by the way?”

“I was completely outmatched.” Leonidas answered with no shame, “She was able to read my strategies almost as soon as I began to put them into play. It was my total defeat.”

With both sets of eyes on him Xeno gave a groan, “The guy was pretty good, alright? Probably not on the same level as that genius girl, but he was aggressive and could adapt pretty quickly. I bet he'd make a damn good jaeger in a year or two.”

“Good to know.” The Zephyr leader made a mental note on that one. Would be nice to reform the group once everything was finished, after all. He wasn't surprised to see the expectant gazes of his subordinates on him, “Fie impressed me. I could tell she's still the hyperactive little hellion we all know and love, but she's gotten smart enough to hold herself back when the situation called for it.”

“Think she's ready for what's to come?”

“Ain't that the big question?” He considered how to respond, “She still has a ways to go, I think, but she's getting there. Pretty big difference between avoiding a fight with a Beast that can't really take the fight to her and the literal beasts she and her friends are getting involved with. Still, it seems like she's growing by leaps and bounds and has surrounded herself with some pretty crafty individuals, so I think she has a chance to pull through alright.”

“Not a big chance though.”

Rutger shook his head, “Hell, none of us have a big chance at pulling through, but that ain't really an issue for us, is is? Still not sure why I ended up getting plucked from the jaws of Gehenna, but if all I get outta this second chance is another fight like the one old Baldur gave me than I can return happy. Fie and the others still have their lives to live.”

“So I take it to mean our mission will continue as planned?” Leo asked.

“Uh huh. Schwarzer, Fie, and his other students seem like a sharp bunch of kids, but against what those snakes are bringing to bear it won't be enough. As fun as it'd be to see how strong she's gotten in a real battle I've no desire to see those kids get slaughtered.”

“Makes sense.” Xeno leaned back in his chair, “But what if they find some allies to work with?”

Rutger thought about the question, but shook his head again, “Even were they to get assistance from those young ladies or the exceptional folk in the city I still don't see it being enough. Still... maybe they'll have an ace up their sleeves. Wouldn't mind stepping aside if they do, but for now we're operating under our original mission.”

“Ja.”

“Understood.”

The eldest Claussell assumed the conversation was done with, but he noticed both his subordinates seemed to be sizing him up, “You got something else?”

Leo hesitantly shook his head, “It's nothing pertaining to our mission, but...”

“You just gave your strongest card to Fie.” Xeno finished.

Ahhh. So that's what this was about. Rutger gave the same smirk he would level towards a worthy opponent on the battlefield, “If you think you're strong enough to take this crown off my head than bring it on. Just be ready to pay the price when you fail.”

Sure all jaegers were more beast than man, but he wasn't just a jaeger. He was the Jaeger King and it was time to remind these two that a king stood above any old beast.

Chapter Text

Fie let out a tired yawn, which earned the girl a scowl from Juna, “Will you quit doing that!”

“Sorry. Didn't sleep good last night.”

“O-Oh. I guess that makes sense...”

While she could appreciate her growing friendship with Juna, she wasn't in the mood for the sympathy the comment she made without thinking was about to earn her. So instead Fie opted to shift the discussion a little, “People were up way too late last night. Hard to relax with someone stomping about and making lots of noise.”

“I bet it was Instructor Rean.”

Both girls shared a laugh. While her observation wasn't a lie it obviously wasn't the main reason for Fie's restless night. That, naturally, had to do with the surprise encounter in the casino.

Of all the ways she envisioned meeting up with Zephyr again, doing so in the middle of a casino and having to oppose them in Vantage Masters was low on that list. And yet it was exactly the kind of random reunion that Boss and the others were so fond of.

How he had come back from the dead. What Zephyr was up to. Why he had a Divine Knight. All were questions she had wanted to ask him, but instead she'd gotten so caught up in the challenge that those important questions completely slipped her mind. All they'd gotten for their efforts were confirmation of the identities of the other jaeger corps and the news that both Zephyr and Nidhoggr were currently employed by the government while the Northern Jaegers and Red Constellation were working against them.

Useful info to be sure, but a bit of a letdown for such a potentially valuable meeting.

Still, even if she hadn't gotten a chance to talk to them much outside of the game itself there was plenty she was able to glean just from observing Boss, Xeno, and Leo. It was something she'd initially noticed in Sutherland, but the Zephyr members were almost completely like they were before the corps disbanded. That familiarity was comforting, yet at the same time Fie couldn't help but feel a little put off by it.

They were the same, but she wasn't. And that shift in their relationship left the girl feeling out of place with her old family.

The former Zephyr member knew what that meant, but she wasn't quite sure she was ready to admit it just yet. Instead she forced that thought into the back of her head and followed Juna out of the room as the two girls went to meet up with the others.

Day two of their field exercises was about to begin.

Thus far Class VII and Thors as a whole had had pretty terrible luck with day twos, but surprisingly nothing seemed out of the ordinary as the class reunited inside the conference room. No random Ouroboros attacks, no Lechter to call Rean into action, nothing.

As crazy as it seemed it was starting to look like another mundane day of doing special operations missions.

And indeed that was exactly what happened as Rean arrived with a list of their tasks for the day. A cryptid near Raquel, a request to help train some soldiers at Juno Naval Fortress, and Ferris Florald wanted them to assist with a little corporate espionage.

Just another day for Class VII.

With Rean being his usual lazy self and providing no guidance it was up to them to determine their plans for the day. Class VII hadn't skipped any missions yet and they weren't about to now, so that made their route for the morning as clear as possible: Start at Ordis, head north to Juno, and finish up in Raquel.

Once they reached the city they met up with Rean's schoolmate to hear the details of her request. Riviera Court – which the woman was in charge of – had been suffering from bad rumors and missing shipments ever since the nearby Kleist Mall opened six months prior. Business was suffering badly and it was up to them to put a stop to it. She even had evidence of a shady meeting between Kleist Mall members that was taking place that day.

The only problem is that according to her that meeting was taking place at eleven. It was currently a little after nine.

“I suppose we could handle some of our other requests while we wait?” Kurt asked dubiously.

“How about we head back to camp and take naps?”

Fie almost voiced agreement to Juna's lazy suggestion, but another idea came to mind, “I wanna go fishing.” With all eyes on her she pointed at her teacher, “Remember how he sat there fishing while we did all the work yesterday?”

“That's right! It was total bullshit!” Ash agreed, causing a few locals to turn their way.

“A-Alright.” Rean agreed sheepishly under the unimpressed stares of his students, “I won't say no if you want to spend a little while fishing, but I'll only allow an hour or so. And not in town. It would reflect poorly on us if someone recognized us.”

His capitulation came surprisingly easy. Fie had a suspicion that he was simply planning on enjoying a little extra fishing time himself.

Well, whatever. The beach where they had gone to the previous day wasn't far at all, especially as they were free to use their bikes this time. A few minutes later and they were at their destination. There was just one tiny problem with their plans.

Someone else was at the beach already.

Two someones, in fact. One was that crazy fisherwoman Annabelle, doing exactly what Fie wanted to do. She was ready to join in, but it was the other someone almost completely hidden from sight down the beach that really ended up catching Class VII's interest. Curiously the group approached the man.

It turned out that he was some foppish nobleman named Aleister who had come across a treasure map. One that had directed him to that very spot. Except the man was too much of a wimp to want to dig it up himself.

It annoyed Fie that she could see where this was going, but she couldn't help but be a little curious about potential treasure, a curiosity mirrored on the faces of her classmates and teacher. That curiosity led them to offer to assist the man, and the next few minutes were spent digging away at that spot with their weapons and whatever other tools they had on hand.

After a few long minutes of backbreaking labor – or at least that's what it looked like for poor Rean, Ash, Kurt, and Juna who did the bulk of the digging – she and the others were shocked when they discovered something hard beneath the sands. Digging a little further revealed what it was they had found.

It was a chest.

“Holy shit...” Ash mouthed breathlessly, expressing all their sentiments quite succinctly.

“Hurry up! Get it out!” She urged her friends on impatiently, causing Musse to giggle from beside her.

A few more minutes later – this time with her actually contributing – they had managed to widen the hole enough for them to pull it out of the ground. Seeing the chest in its entirety revealed it to be a lot larger than she had expected.

A chest that big meant it could carry untold riches. She'd never been one to consider a life of luxury before, but maybe this was their big break-

Juna recovered from her shock the quickest and pried the chest open, much to Fie's chagrin. Still, that didn't stop her and the others from all crowding around as the pink-haired girl lifted the lid, revealing...

Another treasure map.

“Another map?! That's it!?” Ash poked his head into the chest and looked around, “There's gotta be something else in here, right? A message maybe?”

The silver-haired girl rolled her eyes, “Nobody is gonna write a message inside a chest.” She chastised the moron.

“Crossbellians used to write messages in their chests before Erebonia invaded.” Juna supplied proudly.

“She's right. They did.”

“Liberl has them too.”

All the Erebonian students stared owlishly as both Rean and Aleister supported Juna's claims with straight faces.

“...What does the map show?” Altina asked flatly after that long moment of silence.

Her question was enough to break the rest of them from their stupor and they crowded around to look at the next clue. The location marked was fairly far from their location, but that didn't matter as Fie was pretty sure the X was placed just in front of Juno Naval Fortress, which they already intended on visiting later on.

How convenient.

“Join me, all! Let us head to the tavern in Ordis.” The nobleman told them excitedly, “There, I shall regale you with every last detail about this treasure map and how I came to possess it!”

Her curiosity over the situation was enough for her to want to agree with the offer, but there was one tiny problem with it that made her want to refuse. A shame Juna happily agreed before she could voice her concern.

As the others began marching back towards the road she let out a miserable sigh, “...What about our fishing hour?”

Rean, having been the only one seemingly to hear her, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I know.” He muttered sadly, “...I know.”

In the least surprising turn of events ever, Class VII found themselves agreeing to help the annoying noble after hearing his tale about how the treasure belonged to some old pirate that only history nerds like Rean would care about. Still, even if the history behind the treasure held no interest to Fie the treasure itself held plenty of appeal to the girl.

But before they could go out and find riches beyond their wildest imaginations they needed to backtrack and finish up Ferris' request. It was close enough to eleven that the seven of them proceeded to take their bikes to the hill where the clandestine meeting was supposed to take place. Maybe it was because of the severity of the request, or simply because it involved one of his old schoolmates, but Rean took charge once they arrived to split them up into different hiding positions while they waited for the employees to arrive.

Fie – alongside Juna and Altina – found themselves waiting above the meeting point. After helping Juna find a hiding spot that didn't leave the brightly colored girl sticking out like a sore thumb the three of them settled in to wait.

Thankfully that wait didn't last long as just a few minutes later a pair of cars and an orbal bike pulled in. That they began distributing firearms and the stuff for setting fires made the purpose of this meeting painfully clear, but Fie continued to listen in regardless. It seems that Kleist and Co. was operating under a tight timetable, and Ferris' refusal to capitulate meant they were now ready to resort to more drastic measures.

And Fie couldn't help but notice that Altina stiffened slightly upon hearing the leader's name was Herman. Did she know the guy below them or something?

The answer to that question had to be shelved for the moment as that was when Juna finally reached the limit of her patience and jumped down, spoiling the ambush Class VII had planned. With nothing else to do Fie followed suit, angling her landing to let one of the hapless goons cushion her fall. Nice and easy.

Both Juna and Altina were able to apprehend the goons nearest to them, and the others ran headlong into the spot where the boys were. All in all an ambush executed to perfection.

Or at least that was her thoughts until Musse somehow managed to miss her shot which allowed the leader to get on his bike and ride off. Fie could only stare blankly at the sheepish looking sniper.

Just as she began to wonder what they should do Rean answered the question by pulling out the keys to one of the orbal bikes. Of course! The bikes weren't far away and it wouldn't be hard to track down the runaway Herman atop one.

Fie's eyes lit up in excitement. As the quickest member of the party she made the natural choice to lead the pursuit. Rean would throw the keys to her, she'd sprint to the bike, and she'd chase down the guy before he made it ten selge from the city with a sweet bike chase that'd let her show off her driving skills. It'd be so cool and the others would praise her and Rean would headpat her and-

“Ash, catch!”

…

…

All life left the young girl's eyes as she watched her punk of a teammate catch the airborne keys before running to the bike, letting out a whoop of excitement in the process.

With absolutely no interest in the rest of the request Fie took a seat. To an outsider it might've looked like she was keeping an eye on the goons they had captured, and later on that'd be the story she'd tell, but for now the bitter girl simply wanted to sit and sulk miserably. Had one of the prisoners tried to escape she probably wouldn't have noticed.

The same could not be said for her companions as almost immediately after Ash left Rean pulled out his ARCUS, causing some confusion among her classmates, “I'm calling Instructor Randolph for a little extra insurance.”

Through the gloom of her mind Fie acknowledged the merits of that idea. It seemed the two bikes were headed north, so the likelihood of them reaching camp was very good. A little insurance in case Ash messed up and couldn't catch the guy.

She wouldn't have messed up.

“Instructor Rean. I believe the man that escaped is a friend of Leonora's that she told me about.” Altina informed the teacher.

“Understood. I'll pass that along to Randy.”

Once he finished the remainder of Class VII simply had to wait it out, which did nothing for Fie's sulky mood. Maybe Ash would mess up and the guy would get away. Sure that might disappoint Altina and Leonora and ruin their streak of clean missions, but then they'd simply have to take out their frustrations on the Raquel native. Or Rean. It was his decision that led to the imminent mission failure. He deserved a lot of the blame too. A pretty big disappointment for the oh-so-great Ashen Chevalier. Maybe he'd-

Had she been in the right state of mind she might've noticed her classmates giving the brooding girl an extremely wide berth.

“Don't you guys think we should get permission first?”

Rean's words caused Fie to hesitate. She wasn't along in that as all of her classmates – with the probable exception of Musse who merely seemed amused – to hesitate as well.

In hindsight their teacher made a lot of sense. Just showing up at one of Erebonia's largest fortresses before digging without a word to anyone probably wasn't the smartest idea Class VII had come up with. Their enthusiasm to see what the treasure map would lead them to might have made them a little hasty.

Still... even if they were on fortress grounds the place the map took them to was just underneath the bridge and out of sight of anyone at the base. So long as nobody entering the base decided to stop at that spot and look down at them they were probably fine.

None of them were willing to look their teacher in the eye as their desire to continue weighed heavily against the fact he was obviously right. That was until Kurt – Rean's most loyal protege – decided to break the awkward silence, “B-But isn't it easier to ask forgiveness then it is permission?”

Hah! Arguing it over was pointless when even Kurt was in favor of breaking the rules. Rean must've understood that as he shook his head, “You guys...”

And yet despite his best attempts at appearing stern there was no hiding the slight uptick of his mouth.

With Rean's capitulation Class VII began their second excavation, this time with a lot more enthusiasm as they knew something should be waiting for them. Plus they had an actual shovel with them this time. And once again they met success a few minutes later as they unearthed another treasure chest.

Sadly for them... “It's another map.” Altina pointed out blandly.

Fie couldn't help but twitch in annoyance. Treasure was cool, but this was beginning to stretch the limits of her patience. With a groan she snatched up the map and analyzed it thoroughly, “The next one's in a clearing between here and the canyon.”

“Between here and the canyon...” Ash mused aloud, “Wait, you don't think...?”

That was indeed what Fie thought. And she didn't appear to be alone in that sentiment, “Alright!” Juna crowed, “Back to camp!”

“Did you all forget why we're here in the first place?” A tired Rean asked as she, Juna, Ash, and even Altina began approaching the bikes. His words caused them to come up short as his words processed in their minds.

O-Oh, right. They had a request from the fortress, didn't they? And yet they'd gotten so caught up in the treasure hunt that it completely slipped their mind.

How embarrassing.

“I knew that!” She argued hotly in an attempt at covering up her mistake, “I-I was just keeping an eye on Juna and Ash. Gotta make sure they stay outta danger. You always tell us to stick together and be friends and stuff, r-right?”

“Uh huh...” Fie did her best to ignore the dubious stare from Rean and the looks of absolute betrayal from the two he called out, “Well, it's up to you if you wish to do that request or not, but since we're already here...”

“We're doing it.” Kurt reiterated before turning to the rest of the class and taking charge, “The Brigadier General should be expecting us. We can stop at camp after we've finished up here.”

The request ended up being a relatively simple one as Wallace wanted Class VII to help train some of Juno's newer recruits in a series of mock battles. Even though Rean sat the fights out they weren't all that difficult for the students, with the only real challenge being the number of different groups they had to battle in quick succession.

For her part Fie was kind enough to give the soldiers a lesson on how difficult it was to shoot a moving target. Especially when that target was shooting back.

After a fairly lengthy but fulfilling series of battles their request had come to an end and they prepared to exit the fortress. Sadly that was when Ash decided to open his big mouth and challenge General Bardias to a fight, much to the anger of the soldiers and surprise of her and her classmates. In fact the only one who seemed amused by the entire situation was Bardias himself, who quickly accepted the offer to fight against all of Class VII.

While she'd never admit it out loud Fie was a little grateful that Ash was such an idiot, because the Black Whirlwind might've been the most powerful opponent they could fight without the inherent risks associated with getting near the Golden Rakshasa. By all accounts this man was well above the likes of Xeno, Leo, and Shirley, but on the other side she'd grown a lot since that awful fight against the Sanguine Ogre and had her friends alongside her for this battle.

Normally she'd have been right at the front as soon as Rean began the battle, but with six of them against a single human opponent she didn't want to risk charging in without the room to maneuver. Instead, while Kurt and Ash took point with Altina and Musse providing support she and Juna elected to take the middle ground, far enough away to fire their weapons and not get caught in the melee, but close enough to move in and assist if something happened to the boys.

Something which proved prudent as the Black Whirlwind lived up to his namesake by using his spear to create a whirlwind which both deflected a spell from Altina and served as the cover for an offensive against Kurt and Ash. The former tried to evade while the latter blocked, but neither were successful in evading the rapidly spinning spear. While Musse rushed over to provide healing support to the boys Fie took that as her cue to charge in.

Spears weren't a weapon she was overly familiar in fighting against, but she understood the principle of the weapon well enough: It was a giant stick with a pointy end. So long as she used her superior speed to get inside the reach of the pointy end she'd probably be alright.

Maybe against a normal spearman that idea would've worked, but Wallace Bardias was a different matter entirely.

It wasn't quite as disastrous as when she pitted her speed against the Golden Rakshasa and got sent flying away for her efforts, but her offense quickly became a desperate defense as Bardias seamlessly shifted his grip and began swiping at the girl with the haft of his spear, treating it more like a staff than the piercing weapon it was supposed to be.

Duck, block, roll, jump, block. She gained a respite when Juna decided to follow her lead and close in, but Bardias simply forced her back when he surprised both girls by turning away from Fie and unleashing a deadly lunging thrust at the reinforcement. Still, despite being caught off guard Juna responded well by putting on the brakes and shifting back into gunner mode before firing shots at near point blank range, which left the Black Whirlwind open for a swift slash to the back from Fie.

The veteran spear fighter moved away from the attack at the last moment, but the former jaeger's efforts were rewarded with a slash through his clothes and the slightest hint of crimson visible within.

It was at that moment that Kurt rejoined the fray, with Ash barreling in a few seconds later. With her work done as a distraction Fie allowed herself to slip away, doing her best to remain outside of Bardias' field of vision while waiting for a good opportunity to strike.

And so the spar continued in that way for some time. None of the members of Class VII could hope to stand against the legendary warrior for long, but their coordination allowed them to cover for each other to prevent any decisive blows from being scored against them. Still, although the hits began to pile up against Bardias none of them were the kind of strikes that would put a warrior of his caliber down.

Thus it left Fie and the others feeling mixed when Rean finally called an end to the battle after some time. Sure they were still fighting, and doing so against such an elite warrior was no small feat but it was clear they were slowly but surely losing in the battle of attrition despite their big advantage in numbers. Maybe Rean denied them the chance to pull out a sneaky strategy to land a decisive hit, but at the same time she wasn't all that sad to see the fight come to an end before they might've run out of gas and lost.

Bardias inadvertently reinforced just how bad their situation had been when he instantly turned his spear upon Rean showing just how much fight he still had left in him. Their instructor accepted the duel, much to the delight of the soldiers watching the fight. Not everyday people got to see a battle between the Ashen Chevalier and the Black Whirlwind.

Despite being put through the wringer in the previous fight Bardias was just as quick and powerful as when he started, but Rean countered by instantly utilizing his Spirit Unification. With that boost he was able to fight the more experienced warrior on an equal playing field.

Fie hummed thoughtfully as she watched the two fight. It still bugged her that she wasn't quite on the level she wanted to be at, but her eyes were able to track the movements of Rean fairly well despite his enhanced form. Did she think she could fight him at an even level? Not even close.

But she was at least somewhat confident her agility and reflexes would allow her to evade his transformed assault, at least for a short time.

Although Emma had given him the pendant to control his powers better Rean was usually pretty loathe to utilize his Spirit Unification. That being said he had used it at Einhel Keep and those few times back in Crossbell, and there was one thing Fie understood from those instances: He was operating on a timer. While they had never bothered to figure out exactly how long he could hold it the swordsman usually cut it off fairly quickly. And yet she was pretty sure he had exceeded the usual time in his fight with Bardias.

Seems their teacher's competitive spirit was just as real as his students.

But much to the annoyance of herself and the rest of the audience the fight ended as abruptly as it had begun with no real victor. Sure she could understand the risks they were taking by fighting at such a high level when they had other things to be done, as plenty of jaegers got themselves hurt in a 'friendly' fight, but as a spectator it was the lamest result possible. From her point of view Bardias looked much worse for wear, but Rean wasn't quite able to hide his relief at dropping his transformation.

Had they only kept fighting for a minute longer she was sure someone would've given up, but who that would've been will forever remain a mystery.

Lackluster ending aside it was a good end to another mission for Class VII. None could deny the benefits of training against a powerful opponent like that. Sadly that came at the expense of them all being completely exhausted and it wasn't even midday yet.

They earned a bit of a reprieve as their next stop took them back to camp where they took a break for lunch before seeking out the spot marked on their most recent map, which they found near a tree just behind one of the tents. It was a little awkward digging up a spot in the middle of camp with more than a few curious students watching, but it was all worth it in the end when they struck pay dirt.

Given the chest they dug up was more more ornate than the others it stood to reason that this was the treasure. Giddy anticipation welled inside the teens as Altina was given the right to open the chest, which she did without hesitation. Inside they discovered...

A book and an old looking quartz?

Sure it was something, but it was a far cry from the infinite riches she had been hoping to see. With her enthusiasm for the hunt dimmed the class returned back to Ordis to present their findings. Unlike Class VII Aleister seemed delighted with their discovery, claiming the book would serve as the artist's muse for a future work. Good for him. Class VII was allowed to keep the quartz, but since it seemed more suited for casters and not fighters they gave it to Musse without a second thought.

With that unexpected mission complete they got back on their bikes to drive towards their final request: A monster extermination outside of Raquel. Given the request hinted that the monster might be an actual cryptid Fie was a little concerned. Sure at peak strength she was more than confident Class VII could handle a cryptid, but after spending much of the morning running around and fighting they – including their instructor – were feeling a little sluggish.

“You can choose to back out if you want, but I think I might be able to secure some extra help for us.” Was Rean's reply when she brought it up.

At the time his statement was confusing, but all was made clear once they reached the town: Sara. The bracer was still in town investigating jaegers, but upon hearing about their extermination mission was glad to offer up her services. Sure the woman was as annoying as ever, but right now none of Class VII were going to say no to her help.

In fact... Sara was supposedly pretty good, right? Even if the enemy was actually a cryptid someone as experienced as her should have no problem dealing with it. It would be a shame to not allow such a famous warrior the space to strut her stuff on the battlefield...

“You all really suck, you know that?”

“You were really cool, Sara. Couldn't tear my eyes off of you.”

“If it was anyone else I would buy it, but not you, Fie. Any praise from you is hollow at best!”

Rean coughed awkwardly, “...I apologize for my students lackluster performance?”

“You don't get to say that, mister! Not when you're as bad as them! During my entire time as instructor I never once saw you choose to hang back and cast arts, but you sure seemed to like doing it back there.” The older woman shook her head, “If I'd known you guys were all worn out from fighting the Black Whirlwind I'd have never offered to help out! You owe me a drink for this!”

As expected the monster they ended up encountering north of Raquel was indeed a cryptid. A rather nasty cat that loved to throw lightning around everywhere. Despite Sara's complaints it wasn't as if the rest of Class VII hadn't contributed since the foe was so dangerous, but it was undeniable they had left their teacher's teacher to face the wrath of the angry cryptid kitty on her own.

Truth be told Fie hadn't been lying when she said she couldn't tear her gaze away from Sara. Despite using different weapons the A-Rank bracer's fighting style was remarkably similar to her own with an emphasis on agility and all-range attacks. But the Purple Lightning's technique was undeniably more refined than her own, capable of inflicting a lot of damage swiftly with her sword and gun combo.

Thoughts on how she could improve her own combat capabilities were still on Fie's mind as the group returned to Raquel and Sara meandered off to buy herself a drink with Rean's mira. With her gone Class VII shifted their attention to a very important detail: They had accomplished all their missions for the day! It had been a rather busy morning and they were all pretty wiped, but now they might be able to kick back and relax for a little-

Rean's ARCUS began to ring. So much for their mundane day of normal missions.

Chapter Text

Class VII was facing their most important mission yet. It was one that required great fortitude, an unbreakable will, and the ability to go on even despite their bodies ardent protests. And it was a mission they needed to finish as quickly as possible.

They needed to check out every famous food place in Ordis without succumbing to their desire to stuff their faces full.

Technically their mission was to locate Millium Orion, who had been missing the entire night. Her last message to Jusis was that she was about to follow up on a lead she'd discovered regarding the society. That was over twelve hours ago and the Albarea was quite adamant that she normally would've made contact long before then, even if her mission took her out of the way for a long period of time.

Rean had offered to look for her without consulting his students, but Fie didn't really mind. Her previous interactions with Millium had been few, but were enough to endear the girl to her. And more importantly Millium was Altina's sister and it was obvious to all of them just how worried the younger girl was, despite her bland denials and attempts at remaining stoic.

According to Jusis her last message had hinted that the missing girl found her intel at a food place in Ordis, thus Class VII found themselves retracing her steps. It wasn't easy considering Ordis was a massive city with dozens of restaurants and food stalls and they had no idea which ones Millium actually stopped in at, thus their mission to check as many of them out as possible. At least they had Musse with them to point out which ones were the most likely eating spots for a tourist on a mission, allowing them to skip some of the more redundant places.

And so, after a long hour spent checking out all of Ordis' most famous dishes they had gotten a pretty good idea of the steps Millium had taken. And even better their target asked some very interesting questions while ordering her many many dishes, all of which were relayed back to the Class VII investigators.

Even still it took a little while to decipher the many questions Millium had asked into a coherent timeline, but at least Rean treated them all to ice cream while they thought it through.

“I can't believe you're all so boring.” Fie asked as the group of seven walked down to the harbor.

“Do I even want to ask?” Rean asked, tiredly.

She shrugged. Asking if he should ask was good enough for her, “You got vanilla ice cream. Same with you two.” Altina and Kurt in this case. Next she looked towards Juna and Ash, “Chocolate isn't much better. Same with your strawberry, Musse.”

“...Is this really the time for this?” Altina asked in stoic disinterest.

“Probably not, but talking about ice cream beats fretting over something we can't control. Expect me to spend the entire boat ride explaining to you the joys of lemon ice cream.”

And it was going to be a pretty long ride, too. Bryonia Island was a deserted island nearly thirty minutes away from Ordis. It was famous both for its many ruins and for the massive guardian statue that was supposedly on it.

For Class VII, however, it was most notable for being the most likely place to find Millium.

None of them had ever been to that out of the way island before, but Rean had some knowledge of it since a few of his classmates went there during a field study. Given its nature as a place where few humans tread the news that it was a monster filled place didn't surprise any of them, even if none were all too happy about it.

At least they'd gotten plenty of time to rest up after all the fighting they'd done in the morning.

It was fortunate that Class VII had done that yacht request the previous day as Fie wasn't sure if the harbor master would have lent them a boat otherwise. With it came knowledge that Millium hadn't taken a boat, but that wasn't all that surprising to them. If Altina could ride Claiomh Solais over the pool during her race than it stood to reason her sister could do the same with her own combat shell, even if the distance was a lot greater.

...She really needed to find out where the sisters got their partners. Having one to herself would be super convenient.

Before they departed a stroke of good luck hit Class VII when Professor Lughman - whom they'd previously run into outside of Crossbell the prior month – ran into them just as he hopped off his own boat. The man had just been doing his own research on the island and was kind enough to loan them his map and a device to boost their ARCUS signal so they could remain in contact with the mainland.

It was such an unexpected boon out of nowhere that Fie almost wanted to be suspicious about it, but gratitude prevailed over those natural jaeger instincts.

With Juna at the wheel the boat ride was a dull thirty minute affair. Even in calm waters their little boat rocked too much to attempt a nap, and Rean forbid them from ocean fishing on the fast moving small boat. Instead she was forced to sit through a bunch of small talk.

Which honestly wasn't the worst thing. Despite her appearance and attitude Millium was a member of the original Class VII, and an intelligence agent to boot. That she'd gone to this island and seemingly hadn't been able to escape hinted that something dangerous was waiting for them. But at the same time they didn't really know what that danger was and couldn't do much preparation while on a boat, so instead they just needed to roll with whatever was waiting for them.

Glancing around it seemed like her classmates were of the same mind, even if the normally most expressionless member of the group was showing the most visible worry on her face.

Eventually the ride ended and they landed at the only dock on Bryonia Island. It and the nearby rest center were the only places that received regular maintenance, and the latter was where they headed first. There they setup the orbal transmitter and Rean passed along their mission to a worried looking Towa, even if the other girl already knew the gist of it thanks to Jusis and Angelica.

Leaving their temporary base gave them an idea of just how large the island really was. It was probably bigger than the city of Ordis itself, with a large mountain in the center dominating the landscape with narrow paths running across the entire island. If Millium was somewhere on that island it was going to be a pain to find her.

There was a clearing with a strange little shrine in it not far from the lodge, but outside of sating their curiosity it did nothing for them so they paid it little heed as they began their exploration. According to their map they were on the opposite side of Bryonia from the statue it was most famous for, but it wasn't like they had much choice in where to go with the terrain as difficult as it was.

Something which proved especially annoying as the shortest path to said statue was blocked by a giant boulder. At least it seemed like it had been there for a while so Millium probably didn't take that route.

Unless she flew over it. The other girl could totally do that. The world truly was an unfair place.

Bryonia Island was probably a beautiful place, but it was hard to tell as they were constantly assaulted by monsters. They were pretty weak overall, especially with Rean fighting seriously alongside them, but it was annoying, distracting, and time consuming. How a lone Millium could make any progress like this was hard to imagine.

Actually, it wasn't. Once again Fie was reminded that the other girl could simply fly over most of the enemy groups. Totally not jealous.

Class VII earned a respite when they arrived at a scenic beach that was surprisingly free of monsters. While Juna once again lamented her lack of swimsuit and Rean's sword-arm twitched suspiciously in the direction of his fishing rod after seeing a large fish leap out of the water, Fie's eyes were elsewhere.

The sand was extremely soft. And since it seemed like monsters avoided the place for some reason it made the single set of tracks she noticed on the ground stand out. Tracks that were both human shaped and Altina-sized, “I think she went that way.”

“Into that cave, it seems like.” Kurt agreed aloud.

As the others gathered around Rean pulled out the map, “It looks like the cave will take us through the mountain and almost directly to the statue.”

They also received a more ominous hint when Altina seized up briefly, as if she were nursing a headache. The moment passed quickly, but their concern wasn't alleviated in the slightest when she admitted that there was something strange going interfering with her connection to Claiomh Solais. Nothing so major as to impact her ability to control the combat shell, but a noticeable one nonetheless.

It stood to reason that said interference could very well be affecting Millium as well. Could it be responsible for her disappearance?

Since they couldn't really act on that knowledge and with nowhere better to go the group of seven took to the caves, although given how short the passage was it barely deserved to be called a cave. The only thing of note was a strange little shrine she spotted off to the side, but it was something she immediately disregarded since it had no bearing to their mission.

Upon exiting the darkness they found themselves at a fork in the path, but with Rean giving directions they took the left. A choice that paid immediate dividends as soon as they rounded the corner, “What the hell...”

Ash's comment summed up their opinions quite well. Sure they knew about the statue, but seeing was believing. It was far bigger than any monument Fie'd ever seen before, reaching over eighty arge in height according to Altina, although it was hard to say for sure given how it was half buried into the mountain. Rean claimed there was another one in the Nord Highlands that was almost identical, but that knowledge barely filtered into her mind as she stared at the crazy statue before them.

If Millium was around then she definitely had to have checked out this crazy thing at some point or other, so Class VII approached the base of the landmark. Fortunately there was a ladder built into the wall that seemed to carry all the way to the top so climbing up was possible.

Unfortunately that ladder was both extremely hazardous and long. Climbing it was gonna suck.

“Claiomh Solais and I will go on ahead.” Altina stated as she summoned her weapon to her side. Practically speaking it was a good thing to have someone scout ahead as they'd be completely exposed if something tried to attack them while climbing.

But at the same time it once again reiterated to Fie just how badly she wanted a combat shell of her own. Flying was so overpowered.

But since the world was a cruel place and she was bound by the natural laws of gravity the former jaeger began to climb alongside most of her friends. Despite her annoyance the task proved to be a simple one for the agile girl, with more of her focus spent on keeping an eye on her less dexterous friends instead of her own efforts. To her relief Juna handled the task surprisingly well.

So did Ash and Musse, but she didn't feel nearly as strong about that.

That what she thought was the top of the ladder actually ended up only being a midway point annoyed Fie, but she kept that feeling to herself, instead drawing satisfaction from how miserable that revelation made Juna and Ash feel as they gazed upon the second ladder awaiting them.

But that proved to be the final obstacle and soon enough Class VII was at the top of the path, staring at the statue's massive head. From up close there was something familiar about the monument, but she couldn't quite place it. Didn't detract from its majesty at all and she half expected it to come to life and attack them.

But save for some tracks from Millium there was no other clue waiting for them there. Sure it was good to know their target had visited this spot, but given she wasn't there and there was no path save for back down the ladder it meant little. Sure there was a little shrine like the one she spotted earlier, but by all accounts this was a dead end.

Just before she could lend voice to that fact Rean inexplicably hunched over in pain, much to their alarm. Like Altina before him he eventually rose to his feet and waved off their concerns. Fie shared a glance with her original three classmates: It kinda reminded her of that time in Sutherland.

But before she or any of the other original members could bring that up Rean changed the subject by pulling out the pendant that Emma made for him before placing it in front of the shrine, causing it to glow ominously.

...Just how did he know to do that?

And why did he have a love bite on his neck? Fie's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as her friends began to question him about it. If it had been there all day she would've noticed it before, something which meant her classmates teasing about the previous night wasn't true. But that didn't change the fact that it was there in that moment.

Oh well. When faced with something inexplicable it was best to simply roll with the punches. And right now the best way to do that was to join her classmates, “Really? Of all the girls in this world you picked Sara?!”

“It's not like that and you know it!” Rean's panicked denial only served to make the situation worse. Fie couldn't help but appreciate the sheer chaos taking place right next to the head of that ancient landmark.

Eventually the importance of their mission regrettably won out over the free chance to tease their teacher and the group was left staring at the glowing shrine, “...I must admit I was expecting something more to happen.” Rean admitted.

Heh. Perfect. This was her time to shine, “Probably because it's not the only shrine. I saw another in the cave.”

“There's another by the waterfall we passed early on.” Musse chimed in before the others could praise Fie for her observation skills, much to her disappointment and annoyance. Given the way the mint-haired girl smiled kindly towards her before letting out a giggle it was clear she knew exactly what she had just done.

“Alright Class VII. Let's backtrack and find those shrines. Hopefully that'll open our path to Millium.” Rean's words were met with a chorus of approval that faded away as the students realized an extremely important part of what he just said – They all needed to backtrack down the ladder again.

“Claiomh Solais.” All except Altina, of course.

Fie eyed the combat shell. Maybe there was an opportunity here, “Can I ride down with you?”

The other girl opened her mouth, obviously to agree, but was interrupted by a very inconsiderate Juna, “H-Hey! I want a ride too!”

“Given I don't believe Instructor Rean will carry me down I'll gladly accept the invitation.”

“Hell, if you're offering I ain't refusing.”

“You guys...”

Altina glanced between her classmates with the blandest look on her face, “...No.”

Just as the youngest member began to go over the edge Fie had an epiphany, “I'll make you a plate of pancakes when we get back!”

“...”

“As many as you can eat! And then some!”

“...” The girl tried to remain aloof but she couldn't stop her hand from twitching.

“Covered in syrup! With all the fruit and cream and chocolate you could ever want!”

“...” Just one final push needed.

“I'll even take a picture of it and give it to Millium to let her know what she couldn't have!”

“C'mon, you guys! You're almost to the bottom! Pick up the pace!”

Flying? It totally ruled. She was definitely getting her own combat shell.

“Grr... Can someone shut her up?” Came the bitter lamentations of some poor fool bound to gravity.

Eventually, however, all good things must come to an end and Fie frowned as Rean – the final member of Class VII – reached the ground level, prompting her and Altina to disembark from Claiomh Solais. The teacher shot the former jaeger one final dirty look before clearing his throat, “Let's circle back to the shrines Altina and Fie mentioned and go from there.”

Backtracking was obnoxious, but not too bad as the path was mostly clear from monsters. They went to the waterfall first and after that went back to the caves where Fie had found her shrine. The girl waited with baited breath as Rean activated the shrine to reveal...

Nothing at all.

“I do believe there's at least one more somewhere on the island.” Musse's words might've sounded normal but the ex-jaeger knew better. The mint-haired menace was delighting in her disappointment. That was just the kind of devil Musse was.

Sadly there was no way to deny her words. Since they'd started on the southern end of the island and cleared both the west and northern sections that meant any remaining shrines had to be on the east side, which they couldn't initially visit thanks to the boulder blocking the path, but if they took a right upon exiting the cavern they'd be able to reach that area from the other end.

There they were surprised to discover the ruins of what appeared to be an ancient village. It was a curious thing and despite herself she wouldn't have minded the chance to explore more – a sentiment which more than a few of her classmates and teacher shared – but they had a mission. A suspicious little plateau above the ruins caught her eye and together Class VII climbed up to reveal yet another shrine.

Score!

This time when Rean used his pendant they were treated to a loud noise. While none of them knew exactly what it was, it was obvious they had done everything they needed with the shrines. Now they just needed to figure out what happened.

The sound itself came from the south not too far from their position, but thanks to the boulder they needed to backtrack all around the island again. Or at least that was what Fie thought until a determined Altina took the lead and went straight to where that blocked path was. The little girl studied the rock for a moment before giving a nod, “This side appears weaker. Claiomh Solais. Use Brionac. Maximum power!”

Giant boulder verses giant laser beam. It was no contest. The boulder didn't just break apart – it practically disintegrated. Ash let out a whistle, “Hot damn!”

Fie too nodded her head in approval, “That was cool. I hereby dub you Allie the Wallcrusher.”

“I refuse.”

Altina's words, naturally, went ignored, “Like that mascot character nobody likes?” Juna asked curiously.

“I think Laura likes Dogi...?” Rean mused aloud.

“This conversation is pointless. We need to hurry.”

Despite being an obvious attempt at deflection, Altina's words were sound. With the boulder gone Class VII made their way down the hill and back towards where they started. They didn't really know what they were looking for, but their destination became pretty obvious once they arrived.

That little shrine they'd spotted near the lodge originally? That was gone and in its place was a large structure that gave off a foreboding aura.

“We've seen this before, Instructor.”

“Yeah. It's just like a Spirit Shrine.”

Once again Fie found herself dealing with the annoyance of not knowing something that only Rean and Altina knew. Of course that annoyance didn't last long as Rean was quick to give an explanation. Apparently Spirit Shrines were buildings that appeared in Erebonia during the civil war, only to vanish just as suddenly as soon as the war ended.

It was completely nonsensical, but after everything they'd gone through these past months she merely shrugged it off as just another oddity for Class VII.

“Looks like we hit the jackpot.” Ash said as he took a step forward before picking something off the ground.

“Millium's pouch!”

While the others stared at the item in his hand Fie's eyes were elsewhere, “A student notebook is here too. And this picture...”

Had there been any doubt remaining that Millium was in the Spirit Shrine the photo of the original Class VII put an end to it.

Rean stared at the items with a pained look before his features hardened. This was the point where he would usually say something really cheesy or really stupid...

“As of now, we're in a state of emergency. You guys will stand by at the inn and contact our allies.”

Stupid it was.

As amusing as it was to watch Juna and Ash erupt like a pair of volcanoes and to see Musse and Kurt argue with facts and logic, the former jaeger took the time to consider their next action. Technically Rean was right. This was very much a personal mission for him to rescue his friend and it had nothing to do with her or the rest of the new Class VII. Entering that Spirit Shrine would place them in a lot of danger.

But at the same time she just didn't care.

She glanced towards Altina, seeing the stricken look on the younger girl's face. Millium was Altina's sister, and Altina was Fie's friend, thus giving her all the reason she needed to want to continue. She would've done the same for any of her friends and it warmed her heart to know the others would've done the same for her-

She paused that train of thought. The mere thought of Xeno or Leo being captured and tied up was so absurd she nearly laughed. So maybe the others wouldn't be doing the same for her. That was fine too.

“Despite the fact that Millium insists she is my big sister, I do not think of her as one. But still...! I cannot turn my back. Not on you. Nor on that strange carefree girl who's more like me than anyone else!”

Fie was certain that Altina's words were enough to sway Rean's mind, but all of her classmates got to say their piece so why shouldn't she? “Sure I'll admit you're stronger than the rest of us, but I'm pretty sure we're at least good enough to help out. Or are you saying we still suck that bad? 'Cause if so that would make you a pretty lame teacher.”

Rean let out a sigh, and that was enough to let her know that Class VII had won once again, “All right. I rescind my orders. All members, get ready to fight.”

There wasn't much she needed to do to ready herself for a fight, but they had a few minutes while Rean summoned Valimar and updated Towa as to what they were doing. Only once the Divine Knight made the crossing – and it was amusing to think about the chaos it must've made flying over Ordis – did Rean give the order for them to enter the Spirit Shrine.

Fie wasn't normally one to let her environment get to her, but the inside of the shrine just had such a weird atmosphere to it. Maybe it was the age, or perhaps it was simply some weird shenanigans involving the mana, but the place left her feeling on edge. Surprisingly it was Ash of all people who summed it up best by comparing the place to the ancient Stargazers Tower in Crossbell that they had visited the month prior.

Except instead of climbing up like they did then they were currently descending deep underground.

With the air as heavy as it was and the high likelihood of enemies waiting ahead Class VII's descent was a quiet one. Tension was thick, but at least the shrine was devoid of monsters to threaten them. Just a bunch of students and a single long winding path.

Soon enough they arrived at a large door. Cautiously the former jaeger fingered her gunswords while sharing a glance at her classmates – Sure she'd never been in this place before but this definitely felt like the end of the line.

And the end of the line almost certainly meant a really dangerous enemy was waiting for them. That was how it always worked.

With Rean taking the lead and pushing open the door the group entered. There was still a long walkway ahead of them, but it didn't take sharp eyes to see what awaited them at the end.

The glowing Aion made sure of that.

Tearing her eyes away from the machine – no small feat considering how massive it was – Fie took stock of the rest of the room. Standing in front of the Aion were the three knights they briefly encountered in Sutherland. And just next to them were Millium and her combat shell, all entangled by some strange glowing web.

The three Stahlritter knights and Millium all seemed to notice Class VII at the same time, to varying degrees of surprise. At least that meant they weren't walking into a trap if even Ouroboros wasn't expecting their presence for a change. A shame they recovered too quickly to consider getting the jump on them.

At least Millium seemed fine. No visible injuries and she seemed cheerful enough to start joking with them despite her precarious situation. Were it not for the three armored warriors opposing them Fie might've enjoyed the spectacle of Altina scolding her for her recklessness, acting just like a sister should.

Which was ironic considering how much Altina always protested that she wasn't Millium's sister.

The leader of the knights, Duvalie, was nice enough to introduce them to the Aion behind her. Supposedly it was the same model that wiped out Garrelia Fortress to kick off the civil war. Although Fie hadn't seen the damage for herself the pictures were in every major newspaper in the days that followed.

And they were supposed to fight something that could do that!? Sure Valimar was waiting on the surface, but none of their soldats were with it so Rean would be fighting alone.

Thankfully either the Aion wasn't ready to fight or the Stahlritter didn't want to use it against them as it remained where it was. That just meant they needed to deal with the three skilled knights. No easy feat considering they held a hostage.

“They're not going to hurt her. I'm sure of it.” Rean replied when Kurt brought up that very fear, “I've only faced Duvalie before, but I'm sure the rest of them share her pride. They'd never do something as low as hurting a hostage. It would be a betrayal of everything their lord stood for.”

Seeing Rean unleash one of his cheesy speeches on their enemy was pretty funny, especially as it caused Duvalie to get all flustered. It was a little less funny when the angry woman drew her sword and prepared to attack, prompting the rest of the Stahlritter to do the same.

“Be careful.” Altina warned as Class VII got into their own combat stances, “I've worked with her in the past so I know just how formidable Duvalie the Swift is, even if she acts like an irrational child at the best of times.”

All battle preparation halted as everyone turned to the girl, causing her to tilt her head in confusion, “What? Did I mess up with my attempts at trash talk?”

“Nah! That was awesome, Little Bunny!”

“Haha! Go Allie!”

“That's my sister!”

Unlike Ash, Juna, and Millium, Fie didn't verbally compliment her friend. She did however give a very proud thumbs-up. Even if the trash talk itself wasn't the most original statement, the bland and emotionless way she delivered it made it all the more effective.

So effective, in fact, that a red-faced Duvalie stomped the ground petulantly, “W-W-W-What the hell!? Black Rabbit!?”

“I apologize for the behavior of my students! I've tried to curtail their negative influences, but clearly I've been less successful than I would like. Rest assured they will be facing discipline once we get back.”

Great. They were totally getting detention for this. Altina truly was Rean's little darling angel.

“Discipline!?” The Swift let out a haunted laugh, “I'll give them all the discipline they could ever want. Now hurry up and DIE!”

And that was how the battle between Class VII and the Stahlritter began.

Chapter Text

Altina was right. Duvalie truly was an irrational child. Unfortunately she was also right when she claimed that their opponent was exceptionally dangerous. Sure Class VII had fought many powerful opponents since their foundation, but there was something wholly unique to the Stahlritter's leader that bugged Fie to no end:

Duvalie the Swift was just as fast as Fie was.

Well, she couldn't say who was quicker with any sort of certainty in the middle of the battle, but it was undeniable that Sylphid was currently going darting across the battlefield at full speed, but the Swift was matching her step for step. With no advantage in mobility their duel became a test of experience and skill with their chosen weapons.

And unfortunately for Fie she came up short in both of those categories.

A point that was proven as Duvalie launched a trio of swift sword slashes at her, which she dodged in quick succession – no small feat considering they were both still in motion – but that success mattered little as the time spent evading allowed the Stahlritter to close the distance and follow it up with a surprising shield bash. The former jaeger threw up a hasty guard, but her weapons were not meant to repel a slab of metal that large. She let out a grunt as she was pushed back.

But before the Swift could follow through with her success the only other person in the fight capable of handling her speeds placed himself between them using his Gale stance. The two sword-fighters engaged in a rapid flurry of blows while Fie reoriented herself. She considered moving in to help Rean, but in the end decided her momentary freedom could be spent better elsewhere.

She trained her gunblades not on the Swift, but on the Sharp. The archer was currently engaged in a shootout with Juna and Musse while also playing keep-away from Kurt and her focus was entirely on those three. A perfect moment for an opportunistic jaeger. Without hesitation she pulled the trigger...

...And was immediately disappointed when the third member of the Stahlritter deflected the shot with her halberd. No small feat considering she was currently locked in melee with Class VII's two heaviest hitters in Ash and Altina.

Fie grimaced. The Stahlritter didn't even seem to possess any sort of ARCUS combat link and yet their teamwork was immaculate. Despite outnumbering them two to one it was hard to say that Thors held the advantage in this fight.

“That was dishonorable!” Came the petulant cry of the opposing side's leader. Fie turned to see Duvalie charging towards her at full speed, with Rean trailing a step behind, “I'm your opponent!”

The silver-haired girl could only see two options available to her. Either she stood her ground and tried to fend off the furious knight until Rean got back into the fight. But given her opponent was charging in with full momentum and she herself was almost completely flatfooted that didn't sound appealing.

As for option two...

“Get back here, you coward!” Yep. Duvalie was not a fan of option two. Running away was probably the opposite of what any chivalrous knight would do, but Fie most certainly wasn't one of those, “When I catch you I'm going to gut you, you whelp!”

Running was definitely the right call for her. Duvalie was positively furious.

It started to feel like less of a right call when the Swift once again unleashed some dangerously accurate ranged slashes towards her. Luckily they didn't seem all that powerful and she was able to block the only one she couldn't evade, but they were effective at impeding her retreat, which was a scary concept as the dangerous knight was closing in on her surely but steadily.

It was a shame they were trapped on a deserted island far away from the mainland because right now she would've gladly taken one of the old Class VII's patented surprise interventions in that moment. Laura fought this psycho knight back in Sutherland, right? She'd be perfect right about now. Sara too. Really any reinforcement would be great.

Sadly reality meant nobody was coming so it was up to her to rescue herself. A dangerous idea came to mind, but given how upset Duvalie seemed to get at 'dishonorable' actions there was a possibility it might just work...

Too bad it was gonna be miserable for Fie.

“Stop running, damn you!” Duvalie's enraged cry was the last push Fie needed to accept the crazy plan in her head. With a groan of despair she reached into her uniform and sought out the item in need before giving a teeny tiny tug. It was tricky because she needed to keep her opponent from seeing what she was doing, but sleight of hand was something she had a little proficiency in so she managed.

With that done she continued to run and dodge, but it was difficult as her focus was on the countdown going on inside her head. She needed to time it perfectly, something which was becoming increasingly difficult thanks to Duvalie's attacks. She winced as one of her opponent's ranged slashes grazed her – not enough to put her down, but the pain wasn't what her concentration needed.

It was about two and a half seconds later when Fie finally abandoned her retreat and pivoted towards her opponent. The Swift's surprise at her action was obvious as she fumbled to prepare a strike even as she continued to close the distance. Just as she neared her sword's range Fie acted.

The item she had fumbled with earlier? A flash-bang grenade. One that was now in her hand being held outstretched towards the knight. One with only a fraction of a second before detonating, with her opponent too close and too surprised to react.

Of course there was someone else even closer to the grenade as it exploded: Herself. She'd just managed to release it from her grip when the fuse reached its end which prevented her hand from being completely incinerated, but it was still close enough that the heat released from the weapon was more than enough to cause significant burns. She had no idea if she screamed out in pain as the bang from her grenade left her deafened.

At least she'd managed to close her eyes in time, but that was little solace thanks to all the agony she was experiencing. The former jaeger was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to use her hand again until Musse or someone else with healing arts took a look at her, so until then she'd just need to cope.

She was able to see the effectiveness of her action once she blinked past the pain and focused her eyes. Fie's hopes that the opening her grenade had provided would give Rean an easy victory were dashed upon seeing the two sword-fighters locked in a stalemate, but given how wobbly Duvalie was looking and how her eyes were screwed shut it was obvious the older warrior was now at a serious disadvantage against her teacher.

Something which the other Stahlritter must've noticed as they somehow managed to break off from their battles in order to protect their leader, with the Sharp forcing Rean back with a barrage of arrows and the Stout placing herself between Duvalie and Class VII.

It sucked being forced to stand there and watch the advantage she'd sacrificed herself for be wasted away as Duvalie recovered, but outside of maybe Rean none of them were in any position to force their way through the coordinated defense of the knights. Instead an awkward stalemate arouse as both sides stared down the other while Fie's opponent worked to recover her vision.

At least the break in combat meant Musse was free to send a Tearal art her way. Very appreciated. She'd still be nursing some ugly burns on her hand for a day or two, but at least the soothing waters dulled the pain and gave her the strength to grip her precious gunsword for a potential round two.

“Grr...!” Duvalie stomped her foot petulantly before leveling a glare their way, “I'll admit you all have some skill, but it's time you paid the price for your cheap tricks!”

What followed was something surprising. The three Stahlritter stood together and... something happened as they began to glow ominously. “A combat link?!”

“No,” Rean answered Juna's question even as he maintained a ready stance, “this is different!”

“Be careful! This is how they caught me!” Millium chimed in.

Just wonderful. Even if it wasn't a combat link it was clearly some kind of boost in power. And given how much of a struggle it had been to hold their own already...

Ennea the Sharp let out a mocking giggle, “It's been a while since we've performed the Radiant Star Formation for such a big audience.”

“There's a reason we Stahlritter are considered the strongest in Ouroboros.” Ines the Stout continued.

And Duvalie brought it to a finish, “And you're about to feel it firsthand!”

“There's no need for that.”

Were it any other situation Fie might've laughed as a new figure teleported onto the battlefield. So this was what it must've felt like for their opponents when Rean was about to summon Valimar or use his Spirit Unification only for a member of the original Class VII to intervene.

Sadly there was little humor in the current situation because they were officially screwed.

The newcomer was a woman clad head to toe in thick armor. The outfit might've been silly looking except the person gave off an air of power that was unlike anything Fie had ever felt before. Her jaeger instincts were warning her that this person stood at the same level as the likes of the Jaeger King or the Golden Rakshasa. Maybe even higher!

The woman's introduction as Arianrhod, the Seventh Anguis of Ouroboros was wholly unnecessary as it was beyond obvious that this was the person the Stahlritter were utterly devoted to. And given how powerful they were-

“Heed my call... Valimar, the Ashen Knight!” Despite having seemingly coming to the same conclusion Rean's action surprised them all. To summon his Divine Knight just to fight a single human... “We can't take any chances, not with her! Class VII, take Millium and get out of here!”

“A wise decision. But your timing was poor.” The Steel Maiden's words were reinforced by the Aion behind her waking up abruptly and teleporting right to where Valimar had appeared. This close it was too clear just how much bigger it was compared to their teacher's knight, and while Fie obviously didn't see size as the same advantage as a lot of other people, a Valimar with no pilot against a giant machine like that...

At least the Aion seemed content to merely pin Valimar instead of doing real damage, but that was small comfort for a Class VII that had just lost their Plan B.

“Now. I've been meaning to test you for some time.” If her words alone weren't ominous enough the hilariously oversized lance she summoned into her hand certainly was, “Show me what your Eight Leaves One Blade school is capable of, Ashen Awakener.”

She wanted to fight Rean in a duel? Sure it'd been a few hours since he wore himself out against Bardias so he should be recovered, but even still. As much as Fie was kinda sorta starting to respect her teacher this was an impossible fight.

But at the same time it wasn't like they had any choice in the matter.

Something which her teacher must've realized as he handed away his only safety net in Emma's pendant to Juna before transforming with his Spirit Unification and launching himself towards the Steel Maiden.

Fie hated being helpless, but right now that was exactly what she was. Could she or her classmates do anything to someone as powerful as the anguis? And even if they could wouldn't that simply provoke the ire of the three knights who were standing back watching their lord duel Class VII's instructor?

The only idea that came to mind was to somehow sneak around the battlefield and help free Millium. With the Stahlritter so engrossed in the ongoing battle she was at least confident she could make it to the trapped girl. But what then? Sure adding Millium to their ranks would help, but it wasn't enough to shift the tides back to their side. Would the Steel Maiden actually let them walk away with Millium, Rean, and Valimar?

The indecisiveness plaguing her mind kept her feet rooted to the spot and she found herself doing nothing more than watching helplessly as her teacher battled the terrifying woman opposing him. On paper it seemed like Rean was doing pretty well for himself – He was attacking more often than not and was defending himself exceptionally well whenever the Steel Maiden brought that deadly looking lance to bear.

But one didn't need to be a professional warrior to see that Arianrhod wasn't going all out. Rean was attacking because she allowed him. Her attacks were evaded or blocked because they were merely a reaction to Rean's aggressiveness and she wasn't bothering to follow-up her strikes. It wasn't as if she was taking it easy on him, per se, but at the same time she didn't seem to be playing to win.

The knight stated she wanted to test Rean and that was exactly what she was doing.

“Gh... Augh...” With the situation as it was something had to give. And that something ended up being Rean, “Grahhh...!!”

While Rean hadn't fully lost control it was obvious he was on the verge of it. Overusing his Spirit Unification had finally caught up to him at the worst moment possible. Fie wasn't surprised when Juna charged forth to place herself between their struggling teacher and his opponent, nor was she when her classmates followed suit.

She did find herself a little shocked that her own two traitorous legs followed them into an impossible fight. As cocky as she was this wasn't a fight they could win, and Rean's order for them to retreat was the soundest one he'd said. And yet the silver-haired girl willingly placed herself alongside her friends despite the futility of it all.

Frantically she tried to come up with something... anything. Even if Rean could reign in his powers there was no shot he'd be able to make use of them again. And a Rean without his powers and a bunch of of skilled but inexperienced students stood little chance against their terrifying opponent and her annoyingly skilled subordinates.

As far as she could tell there was zero chance they'd be able to escape this situation with Rean, Millium, and Valimar all intact. Even if the Stahlritter were willing to let them leave there would be a hefty price to pay.

“That's enough!” Instead Class VII was saved by... a bird?

No. The bird was just the precursor to the one who spoke. That honor belonged to a tall Nord spearman. She'd thought it impossible that someone could track them down to this hidden shrine on a deserted island, but somehow the impossible was possible once more. In fact this reminded her of all the other times when a member of the-

“The last member of the original Class VII...”

Altina confirmed it, but even her voice expressed surprise and awe at this turn of events. Even still, as annoying as it was that once again their senior class had come to their rescue this time Fie couldn't complain – at least she couldn't then and there. If there was any time they were truly in dire need of rescue it was in that moment. For once she'd swallow her pride and be grateful for the reinforcements.

Still, even if the newcomer was strong she wasn't sure it would be enough to best the Stahlritter, especially with their teacher still struggling to regain control of himself. Which was why the sight of Millium and her combat shell taking that moment of surprise to free themselves from the trap was another relief. If one member of the original Class VII wasn't enough than hopefully two would be.

But instead of the climactic battle they were all expecting Arianrhod let out a laugh before putting away her lance and calling back her Aion, “We have enough mana. The stage is set. Young horned lions... and agent of the Gnomes, tonight, at least, you may rest at ease.”

Just like that? As Fie watched the Ouroboros warriors teleport away she wasn't sure if she should feel relieved they were somehow out of that messy situation unscathed or disappointed that all that buildup amounted to nothing in the end. What an odd mix of feelings.

The silver-haired girl was so caught up in that mental debate she completely missed the Steel Maiden's final words about the agent of the Gnomes until Rean called him out. To her and the rest of her classmates, the masked weirdo known as Azure Siegfried was just another powerful enemy that seemed determined to get in their way.

But for Rean, Millium, and Gaius? They all stared at the man like he was a ghost.

Fie'd heard the story, of course, so their reaction at seeing their dead classmate alive again was understandable. It was probably pretty similar to how she looked when Boss first revealed himself in Sutherland. She could definitely sympathize.

Luckily it didn't seem like he was there for a fight either. Instead he gave some cryptic warning about the future before departing like the Stahlritter before him. It was really starting to bug Fie just how obnoxious their enemies were being with their ability to spout vague nonsense before teleporting away.

But the important thing was that Class VII had accomplished their mission for the day. Millium was safe and sound, they'd discovered what Ouroboros was up to, and they'd even met the final member of the original Class VII.

It was on the boat ride back that Fie asked a question that had been bothering her greatly, “So how did you get to the island anyways?”

“You know what his answer was? 'The winds carried me there'. It was the stupidest thing ever, but both Rean and Millium just laughed it off and ignored the question!”

Somehow she, alongside Kurt and Juna, had found themselves the center of attention after Class VII finally made it back to camp as more than a few of their schoolmates were curious about their activities for the day. Maybe at an earlier day she would've shied away from the attention, but then and there she saw no reason to not regale her friends with the good, the bad, and the confusing events they'd just lived through.

After making it back to the mainland they'd returned to the Cayenne manor to drop off Millium and share what they discovered with the friendly nobles. Given that Arianrhod had stated outright they'd gathered enough mana for their plans it was imperative that everyone did whatever they could to be prepared for whatever was coming soon enough.

Fie definitely didn't envy General Bardias and the other people with authority in the region. It was going to be a long night for them.

“In hindsight perhaps we should have pressed your question a little harder, but I think we were all physically and mentally checked out at that point.” Kurt sorta agreed from his seat next to her, “If I recall the Nord people do venerate the wind. We've heard General Bardias say much the same, after all. Perhaps it was simply a symbolic answer?”

“Ooh!” Juna chimed in, “Maybe it was an airship that brought him there?!”

On the paper her idea sounded reasonable, but there were plenty of massive holes in it. One of which Leonora was quick to point out, “I was in the city most of the afternoon after tearing that jerk a new one. The only thing that flew towards Byronia Island was Valimar.”

“So maybe it was a stealth airship?”

Juna's dogged insistence led to a few groans around the kitchen car where they were all sitting at, “So you think a cutting edge stealth airship flew him all the way to the island, dropped him off, and left him there with no way of getting off, without anyone noticing?” Jessica asked dubiously.

“...Yes?”

Once again all the assembled students groaned. Juna was many things, but a moron was chief among them.

“S-So what happened after that?” Tita asked awkwardly in an attempt to move the conversation.

“After we dropped Millium off we went around and checked out the festival, but we were all pretty worn out so we didn't stay long. Didn't even grab any food there 'cause your cooking is better, Sandy.”

“Aww. Thanks, Fie!”

Altina tilted her head thoughtfully, “I thought you wanted to come back because Rean said you'd need to pay for our own-” The little girl wasn't allowed to finish because she was no match for the self-proclaimed 'most agile former jaeger alive' leaping across the table and smothering her words, “Mmmph!”

“I-Ignore her. She's still a little on edge after seeing her big sister in such peril.”

“Fot my mif fifter!”

“Geez. Class VII doesn't do anything in halves, do you? Dunno if I'm jealous or glad I'm not in your group.”

“Jealous.” Maya answered Sidney's question, “The rest of us have to suffer through your constant complaints about how they get to hang out with all the 'bodacious babes' that Instructor Rean knows.”

“H-Hey! That was supposed to be a secret shared between friends! You can't just go blabbing it out to everyone like that!”

His cry earned a few disbelieving stares, “Pretty sure you've made your stupid thoughts public knowledge at this point?”

“All of Class IX knows it.”

“My notebook entry has you listed as a degenerate.”

Being told off by Leonora, Sandy, and Altina in quick succession caused the boy to let out a pitiful sob, not that any of them felt even a curim of sympathy for him.

“Sidney being a perv aside...” Juna's words caused him to let out another pathetic cry, but once again he was ignored, “...being in Class VII is a hassle! Seems like every day we're running into some new psychopath out to kill us and we need to constantly stop our teacher from getting himself killed stupidly. We really gotta do something to stop him from doing that.”

Kurt and Altina seemed to ponder on their classmate's words, but Fie responded without really thinking about it, “What, like a leash or something?”

“Oh my! Is that the sort of thing you fantasize about doing with our beloved instructor?”

Speaking without thinking? A terrible idea when a certain someone was unaccounted for, “I didn't mean it like that!”

Musse let out a giggle, “So you say, but the blush on your face says otherwise~ I certainly wouldn't mind leashing Instructor Rean. I bet he'd look simply divine in leather... Or perhaps he'd rather put the leash on us and turn us into his pets? You're already his favorite little kitty cat, after all~”

Fie wanted to use her gunswords to teach that annoying gremlin a lesson, but the girl had brilliantly placed herself behind multiple layers of human shield. Even still she briefly considered such level of collateral damage to be acceptable.

Any distraction to get those horny images out of her mind.

“I could buy that from Musse, but I didn't expect you to have such dirty thoughts, Fie.”

“I guess it's true the quiet ones are the most freaky.”

“It's no fair! I want a cool hottie like Fie to make me her pet! Woof woof!”

“Instructor Rean's depravity knows no limits.”

The others had to know that Musse was just being Musse and making stuff up, so why did they still think it was funny to play along and make her out to be some kind of twisted person? Well, all except Altina who seemed to blame the entire situation on Rean, which was kinda funny.

“You guys all suck.”

Once again her threat was met with nothing but laughter from her friends. They'd all pay for this. Especially Musse.

As usual, Fie found herself missing the early days when most of the other students were too wary of the cool aloof girl to even think about joking at her expense.

“Alright, everyone!” Towa yelled out as she entered the car, “We have another day of exercises tomorrow so I hope you all get a good night's sleep!”

The silver-haired warrior wanted to roll her eyes. Their instructors wanted them to sleep early because based on what the Steel Maiden said the next day is the most likely time for Ouroboros to strike. She seriously doubted any actual field exercises had been planned.

“Hey, where's Ash?” Juna asked as the assembled group of students began dispersing to do any final things before bed.

To the question the former jaeger simply shrugged her shoulders, not really caring where their final classmate was. Musse on the other hand let out her signature giggle, “I'm sure he's just being a naughty boy somewhere. Don't worry. I'll go and find him before bed.”

“I am fairly certain none of us are actually all that worried about him.” That it was Altina who said it was cause for minor chuckles among the remaining members of Class VII. Still, it was probably a good thing the mint-haired girl went outside in search of the punk, as while they didn't actually worry about him the possibility of him showing up hungover the next day was improbable, but not impossible.

“Have a good night.” Kurt let out as he entered his room, leaving just the three original girls of Class VII. Silently they entered their own room and began reading themselves for bed.

Juna let out a yawn, “Can I sleep with you again, Allie?”

“I refuse.”

“Pleeease?”

“I said no.”

“Aww, you're no fun.” Despite that the eldest Crawford sibling seemed to give up the discussion as she climbed into her bed, “Do you really think the society is going to do something tomorrow?”

Fie too followed suit with her own bed, “Given everything we saw today it seems pretty likely.”

They still knew little about the experiments Ouroboros claimed to be using, but the one constant was that there had always been an Aion involved. And since the Aion they discovered earlier in the day was now fully charged with mana....

“They are almost certainly going to act either tomorrow or the next day, likely in an attempt to disrupt the council.”

Altina's confirmation caused the pink-haired girl to groan, “Can't they just leave us alone for a change? Just one month of peace and quiet, that's all I'm asking for!”

“My main concern is making sure Instructor Rean doesn't choose to leave us behind again.”

“He'd better not! He's done it twice already and that's two times too many!”

Fie glanced across the room towards Altina. Should either of them point out that Juna was responsible for the previous month...?

Nah. Neither of them wanted to open that can of worms.

“All I know...” She stated at last, “is that I'm tired. They'd better not try anything early if they know what's good for them.”

“Aren't you always tired?” Fie's refusal to answer Altina's question caused the other girl to shake her head, “Still, I know what you mean. It has been a long day. Good night.”

“Night.” Fie closed her eyes. Given how exhausted she was it wasn't a surprise that she felt her consciousness begin to slip almost immediately. As she fully drifted into sleep she vowed it would be a long rest and a late morning for her-

It was still dark outside when the first artillery shell landed, shattering her rest and plunging the entire province into chaos.

Chapter Text

Railway Cannons had the dubious distinction of being an extremely effective alarm clock.

The natural terror of artillery ingrained into the hearts and minds of most people combined with the raw power and noise of Erebonia's most lethal guns ensured that each and every member of Thors Branch Campus was rolling out of bed and preparing for battle well before the crack of dawn thanks to a single shot from one of those massive guns.

While Class VIII prepared for general battle and Class IX rushed to their stations, Class VII spent much of the predawn period with their instructors in the conference train getting a report on the rapidly unfolding crisis. According to Agate and another bracer named Toval, the Northern Jaegers had managed to capture the four Railway Cannons stationed in the province before using the teleportation abilities of the final Aion to relocate them into a position to shell Ordis.

After that Major Lechter made an entirely unsurprising appearance before calling the Ashen Chevalier into battle once again. Once again Rean chose to leave them all behind as he left for the canyons north of Raquel alongside Sara and the Old Class VII members to deal with the cannons that were stationed there.

But while Fie and her friends were a little miffed at being abandoned by their teacher once again, at least this time he had left them with a mission. The Aion supposedly wasn't in the canyon with the guns so he ordered them to prepare to respond once it decided to surface.

“...So how exactly are the six of us supposed to stop the same Aion that obliterated Garrelia Fortress?”

Juna brought up a valid point, but Musse reassured her with a hand to the shoulder, “Although that was our given mission, it isn't exactly what Instructor Rean wants us to do.” That she was wearing an uncharacteristically serious expression and didn't make a single sexual innuendo spoke depths of the situation going on.

“The Aion won't be alone.” Fie added in support of Musse, “Dunno if it'll be those Stahlritter, or the jaegers, or someone else, but we'll be fighting whoever it ends up being.”

“More likely we will merely be holding them off until Instructor Rean and the others arrive.” Altina's dig at their combat skills irked the former jaeger a little, but it wasn't as if any of them could refute it given their encounter with the Stahlritter the day before.

Ash let out a short barking laugh, “They may be monsters, but I ain't planning to letting that glory hound swoop in and steal the credit. Plus don't forget Randolph left us two of the soldats.”

The Hector and the Kestrel. Fie knew exactly what that meant.

“You ready for this, Jaeger?”

“Damn straight I am.”

It was her time to shine. Well, her and Ash. But mostly her.

While Juna, Kurt, and Musse got to work making sure their bikes were ready for a quick deployment, she and the others went to Tita to make sure those two soldats along with Rean's Divine Knight were all ready for the moment when they were called upon. Thankfully her friend had done a great job and there was little Class VII actually needed to do. Midway into their tasks Randy, Major Michael, and the rest of Class VIII departed towards Raquel to help with the battle in the canyon.

With all their preparations completed came the hardest part of any major battle: The wait. They couldn't move out until Ouroboros made their move, something which left Class VII with no other option besides standing around until the attack began. Fie – despite her nature – was somewhat prepared for this awkward pause thanks to her time in Zephyr, but for some of the others...

“This sucks!” Ash yelled, “We should've gone with Schwarzer, orders be damned!”

“Right? How do we even know the society is going to act now?”

“They'll act.” Musse responded calmly, “It sounds like most of the shells are just missing the city and landing in the water. Either they are struggling to aim the cannons, or more likely they aren't intending on doing damage in the first place.”

Fie agreed, “It's probably a distraction.” The rumble of a distant cannon served to place emphasis on her words, “...An extremely loud and terrifying distraction.”

“Still, I highly doubt those cannons will be left defenseless.” Altina pointed out, “I am worried for Instructor Rean and Millium.”

“Your sister will be fine.” Fie said in an effort to calm her friend.

Of course in so doing she very deliberately teased Altina, “...For the last time she isn't my sister.”

“Argh! This is taking forever!” Mount Juna seemed ready to explode, “How long has it been!?”

“Since the last time you asked? Maybe two minutes or so?” Kurt's matter-of-fact reply only served to frustrate Juna more as the girl stomped her foot petulantly, “Please, try and remain calm. It'll do none of us good if you stress yourself out before the battle begins.”

“I know that! But it's hard, you know?! How can the rest of you be so calm!? I'm gonna go crazy if I have to wait any-”

“Class VII! There you are!” An out of breath Towa exclaimed as she ran up to the students, “We just got a message that Ouroboros has launched a major attack-”

“Thank Aidios!” Juna's exclamation drew several pairs of eyes, causing the pinkette to deflate as she realized what she just said, “Uh.. I mean I'm not thankful for the attack or anything but-”

Fie rolled her eyes. As funny as Juna's bumbling was, they were on the clock, “Ordis or Juno?”

“It was Juno Fortress.” Towa replied, not even remotely phased at the former jaeger's deduction, “It sounds like the White Aion appeared and cleared away the heavy weapons before the Stahlritter and the Northern Jaegers teleported in. Most of the fortress was abandoned to assault the canyon so the defenses were quickly overrun.”

That... wasn't good. While none of them had any doubts that the society's attack would be successful, that it overran the entire fortress in minutes was a huge problem. With the military in the canyon that meant the task of liberating one of Erebonia's largest fortresses fell squarely into the hands of Class VII.

“I already called Rean. He and his team are on the way. I want you to meet up with him before you assault the fortress. Leave the soldats here for now as they'd be easy targets approaching the base before you've cleared a path.”

Towa's orders dig bug Fie a little as simply waiting for Rean meant them hanging back was kinda pointless in the grand scheme of things, but a little annoyance sure beat the idea of having to assault the place on their own. With orders given Class VII got on their bikes and left camp. The ride to Juno was a short one, but the six of them stopped short of their destination since Rean's group had the much longer ride from where the cannons were located north of Raquel.

A few minutes later and the roar of orbal bikes and the hooves of horses alerted them to the arrival of their predecessor class. Few words were spoken as the combined group concluded their trip to the fortress.

Juno had definitely seen better days. Smoke was rising from multiple spots, an entire row of weapon emplacements had seemingly been vaporized, the silhouette of the Aion on the roof, and the twin banners of Ouroboros and the old North Ambrian royal family hung proudly on the wall signifying the complete occupation of western Erebonia's most powerful fortress.

And yet that grim sight barely held any interest to Fie as her attention was drawn to the large group between them and Juno: The Boss, Xeno and Leo, that Azure Siegfried guy, and a large group of Nidhoggr jaegers.

“Fie, Ashen Chevalier, and the rest of you fine folks from Thors. Good to see you again.”

“Boss.” This time at least she was able to keep her composure at seeing the dead man and her brother figures, “I take it you guys are here to deal with the fortress as well?” They'd been at the previous two battles as well, after all.

“You got it. Sorry, but you guys just aren't needed this time around. If you want to get yourself some front-row seats to the show, I won't tell anyone.”

Fie couldn't help but clench her fist angrily. Once again they were faced with an opponent too powerful for them, but at the same time just backing down meekly went against her pride, both as a jaeger and as a member of Class VII.

“Kiss my ass.”

“In what world do you think I would accept that?”

It seemed the others were of a same mind based on the comments from Ash and Jusis.

“Heh. I appreciate that determination. I really do.” Boss' praise meant little as the man drew his Buster Glaive and took his combat stance, with the others following suit, “...But up there is the Steel Maiden. Determination only means so much against a person like that. Unless you have the power to back it up you'll only be throwing your lives away, and I don't want to see that.”

Classic Jaeger King. It was nice that he was still looking out for her, but his way of looking out for them would probably be to break as many bones as their bodies could sustain if they tried to force their way in.

“Then I will be happy to provide that power.”

Fie, her classmates, the old Class VII, Boss, Zephyr, and the members of Nidhoggr all found themselves drawn to the newcomer's voice and the rapidly approaching airship it came from. It was a voice that promised great pain and suffering, but for once it wasn't directed towards the poor students gathered on the bridge.

Principal Le Guin had arrived at Juno Naval Fortress.

Professor Schmidt also disembarked once the airship touched down, but nobody paid any attention to that crockery old man as one of Erebonia's most powerful individuals approached the group as if she owned the place.

Fie blinked. She actually did own this place, didn't she? That would certainly explain her arrival.

The silver-haired student watched in mute shock as the Jaeger King and the Golden Rakshasa argued over who should get the chance to attack the fortress. With the principal on their side the two groups were probably evenly matched in her estimation, but in the end it mattered little as Boss gave in with a smile after only a token argument.

“Good.” Le Guin nodded decisively as the jaegers began to make their exit, “Oh, and by the way? I've recently managed to have a crate of my stiffest drinks delivered to the academy. You will be joining me soon, won't you?”

Despite being a question it sounded more like a demand, not that Boss seemed to care, “Of course. I wouldn't dare turn down a request from a beautiful woman like yourself.”

Hold on. Were her principal and father... flirting with each other!? The mere thought was enough to cause her stomach to churn.

“I've got an idea.” Boss continued, oblivious to Fie's inner suffering, “Why not invite Schwarzer along? Red Reaper, too.”

“H-Hold on a sec.” Were the conversation not so horrific the silver-haired girl would've laughed at her teacher's expression. Poor guy was gonna have a terrible night very soon-

“Mmm. I agree. I'll force Head Instructor Michael and Instructor Herschel to join us as well.”

Her mirth died as realization set in. Boss... was going to be meeting with all of her teachers. Over drinks. This was even worse than listening to the two monsters flirt! Who knows what kind of stories they'd be swapping while drunk out of their minds!?

“Heh. Seems like daddy dearest is gonna have a fun night with our teachers and principal. I bet that make you feel- Yeowch!”

Were they not about to head into a fight she would've punched Ash in the face for his stupid comment. Instead she settled for stomping his foot with as much righteous anger as she could muster.

“Well, alright. We're heading out now.” Boss gave a lazy wave as he followed his subordinates away. That changed as he briefly stopped and turned to look back at her, “Oh, and Fie? We'll be seeing each other quite soon, I think. I'll be expecting your answer then.”

And then he was gone, leaving the girl to mull over those parting words. She was becoming increasingly confident on what that answer was going to be, but the idea of voicing that decision still caused her stomach to churn. No matter what she said she'd undoubtedly be locking out a crucial piece of her life.

She'd never admit it, but she was grateful towards the sound of an artillery shell hitting the nearby city, as it forced her back into the moment. As the large group approached the unbarred entrance to Juno Fortress Aurelia explained the layout of the base. Supposedly it was designed so that if a crisis occurred, mechanisms controlling the gates would force the attackers to split their forced into two groups.

It sounded kinda absurd to Fie, especially since Ouroboros simply cheated the system by using their teleportation powers, but that wasn't the kind of thing any architect could've possibly planned for.

Although the inner courtyard was unguarded they soon found themselves facing their first obstacle as the same cryptid from the previous day appeared before them. Sure such a fight wouldn't be much of an obstacle, especially with the Old Class VII at their side, but it was an annoying distraction that would sap some of their strength before the real battle-

Or Principal Aurelia would simply choose to obliterate the cryptid in a single attack. That worked too. Absolutely terrifying woman.

Upon entering the fortress itself they soon discovered what their principal meant as the path split into two forks. Fie glanced towards her friends and they nodded back to her, confirming they were thinking along the same lines. Given the numbers they had and with the path to the tower supposedly being the more dangerous one, there was one obvious way to split the group up.

“We'll handle the second side while you guys deal with the Steel Maiden.”

Rean – being the mother hen he was – seemed reluctant to accept the idea, but thankfully most of his classmates saw the reasoning, and between both classes they were able to convince the teacher to relent.

The Old Class VII, plus Sara, Angelica, and Aurelia would lead the main assault, while the six members of the New Class VII would handle the secondary route.

Sure this meant they likely wouldn't be participating in the big fights, but the previous day had shown they still weren't quite up the level of their predecessor class. That didn't change the fact they still wanted to contribute, however, and splitting up the students would only serve to weaken the teamwork they'd forged together over the past months.

It was the best they could've asked for in the moment.

After seeing the elderly off, New Class VII began their own assault. Fie recalled just how confusing the layout of the base had been the first time they visited, but having to do so again with the place under total lock down really made it apparent just how miserable their mission was going to be. Every hallway appeared the same, every room looked identical, and there were no signs or anything to point them towards the stairs they needed to climb if they wanted to reach the tower.

And it didn't help any that the place was crawling with archaisms.

Luckily the machines were only about as dangerous as the owns they faced in Sutherland and Orchis Tower, which meant that they weren't all that difficult for the more experienced and more cohesive Class VII, even without their teacher around. There were a lot of them, however, and given they were supposedly needed to help open the way forward for Principal Le Guin, Rean, and the others, so they'd need to move quickly.

If they were having little difficulty with the archaisms than the others probably barely noticed their existence. Fie could easily imagine the Golden Rakshasa cleaving through an entire group of them in a single slash. Hopefully the fortress would survive her onslaught.

Their diligence in checking each room paid off after a handful of minutes when they came across a room with a massive switch attached to the wall. Something about it fascinated the girl and she reached a hand out to give it a pull-

“What are you doing!?” Kurt asked in alarm.

“Pulling the switch, duh.”

Altina tilted her head, “Is that safe? We don't know what it does.”

“Who cares? It's a giant switch. It's begging to be hit.”

“Jaeger's right. We see a switch we pull the switch. That's how it works.”

Juna opened her mouth, probably to argue in their favor, but the ringing of her ARCUS II interrupted her, “New Class VII here!”

“This is Schwarzer. We've come across a locked door on our end. What's the situation over there?”

Fie's eyes lit up. Rean's group was at a locked door and they were standing at a switch? “Open sesame~”

With joy in her heart she pushed down on the switch, basking in the sound of something opening in the distance.

“The door opened...! We can move forward!”

Fie was too mature to exalt in her victory over the more analytical members of her class too much. Any mocking victory sign she made in that moment was purely coincidental.

With a better understanding of the fortress they ended the call with their teacher and continued forward, dealing with archaisms and confusing paths in equal measure. That continued for some time, but their patience was eventually rewarded when they came to a promising looking door.

And guarding that door was a Northern Jaeger and two military monsters.

It was a good thing they weren't looking in the direction of Class VII as they entered that hall, as that gave Fie the chance to yank her more bloodthirsty classmates back behind cover, “Wait a sec.”

“C'mon, Fie. We gotta fight him eventually, right? Don't think a single jaeger is much of a threat.”

She rolled her eyes at Juna's straightforwardness, “Sure, but he knows he won't stand a chance against us either. The first thing he'll do is reach for his radio and call for reinforcements. No way we'll keep up with Rean's team if we get bogged down here.”

“That makes sense.” Kurt gave a nod, “Do you have a plan?”

That her classmates turned to her when dealing with jaegers would've left her feeling all warm and fuzzy, but the responsibility was also a daunting one. Still, a challenge like this was a small one, all things considered, “You and me are the fastest, so we'll distract the dogs. That'll leave the jaeger wide open for the rest of you. Just suppress and overwhelm. Don't give him a chance to grab his radio.”

Her brief but simple plan was executed without a hitch. The jaeger was so surprised at the sudden arrival of six teens that he failed to instantly respond, giving plenty of time for her friends to overwhelm him in a barrage of bullets and arts, culminating in his face being introduced to the flat-side of Ash's switchaxe. With him gone the two remaining monsters fell quickly.

After the brief skirmish Class VII entered the door, and shortly after that they came across another door. But this one was already open and waiting for them. It was a little disappointing to know they were running behind the other group, but not unexpected at all given who was on that squad.

With renewed haste they found themselves climbing some stairs and through a door that took them outside Juno for the first time since they entered. Temporarily freed of the labyrinthine fortress they were able to hear the sounds of gunfire elsewhere, while the four railway cannons in the canyon continued their slow but steady barrage against the city to their south.

Their time in the light was brief a their path only carried them over one section of the wall before heading back inside the building. There was just one teensy tiny problem preventing them from making that trip.

“The database has it listed as a Gespard Gerrod.”

Altina's words were in reference to the massive archaism standing between them and their goal. A colossal four legged brute with arms and more guns than the average tank. Fie stiffened as she felt eyes on her, “Hit it really hard until it blows up?”

She did her best to ignore the unimpressed looks. She was a jaeger expert, not an archaism one!

But given nobody else had a better idea they went with her brilliant strategy. If the Gespard had any other archaisms supporting it it would've been a dangerous opponent, but since it was alone and it could only track a single target with all its guns it proved to be a relatively slow but safe battle for Class VII: Run away when it targeted you, attack it when it wasn't, and make sure to stay away from the front where it could try to ram you or grab you with its arms. With those lessons in mind victory was assured, even if it took time.

With Operation Hit It Really Hard Until It Blows Up a rousing success the group of teens followed the path and reentered the fortress. There they found themselves in an extremely large room with a rather large gap dividing it in two. Both sides held one of those big levers needed to open a door. But that wasn't what caught their interest.

“Glad to see you're all in one piece!”

“Hmph. Any longer and I would've been forced to smash down my own door.”

The room was divided in two because it was where both paths temporarily met up, and Rean's group was waiting on the other side.

“O-Oh... Were you guys waiting long?” A sheepish Juna asked as Class VII approached their own lever while Rean did the same on his side.

It was Jusis who shook his head, “A minute, tops.”

Only a minute and their principal was ready to destroy her own fortress to continue? She truly was one of the most intense women ever to exist.

“How are you doing?” Rean asked, “I think we're over halfway through, but I expect opposition to pick up as we near the top.”

“Heh. Worry about your own damn self, alright?” On the surface Ash's words were as brash and stupid as ever, but from Fie's perspective he seemed to lack his usual heat. In fact he almost sounded concerned about the group destined to face the Steel Maiden.

Did something happen between the teacher and the obnoxious student since last night to cause a softening of his bad boy persona?

Whatever the case Fie shelved it for now as both Rean and Juna pulled on their levers causing the paths forward to open up, “Hehe! Race you to the top, Tilly!”

With that the older group was off, “We need to hurry ourselves.” Altina blandly stated as she approached the door in a jog.

“You really want to win that race, huh?” Fie asked the fellow member of Team Silver Hair as she easily caught up.

“N-Not at all.” The slight twitch gave away Altina's true thoughts, “I merely believe we should be doing our utmost to keep up with Instructor Rean and the others.”

Their path took them up a flight of stairs and through a door that once again led them to the outside. Fie was surprised at just how high they'd climbed since the start of this mission, as they could see many selge into the horizon. And yet the tower that served as their final destination still loomed ahead of them.

“L-Look at that!”

“It's the white Aion!”

Indeed. As Juna and Kurt successfully pointed out, that massive weapon of war was visible atop the tower. It wasn't moving or anything, but the mere sight of it was a good reminder of the high stakes battle to come.

“I say we break it down piece by piece. We can waste it before our precious little Ashen Chevalier even has to life a finger.”

Fie rolled her eyes at Ash's stupid comment. Sure it was just sitting there, and yes Rean's team would probably be facing the bulk of the resistance moving forward, and they did have two soldats to call on should the chance arise...

No! The former jaeger shook her head to clear those thoughts. That Juna was falling for his terrible idea was one thing, but not her! She'd need like ten times the amount of explosives she owned to even put a dent into the Aion, and while their soldats could work they'd be screwed if the Aion activated and fought back against them without Valimar to help.

Once again a railway cannon fired, bringing Class VII back to the mission at hand. Whether they beat Rean's team to the top or not their mission remained the same, “Okay! Class VII, let's move out!”

“How odd... Anyone else get this strange sense of deja vu? Like we've done this already?” Kurt whispered as they began following the path towards the tower.

The former jaeger wanted to roll her eyes, but for some reason both Altina and Musse – the only other two in hearing range - were nodding their heads with thoughtful looks on their faces. How come they were all having that weird feeling of being there before and not her? Pretty rude in her opinion.

As expected, the number of archaisms grew as Class VII got closer to the main tower. Still, the increasing number of battles was offset by the fact they were getting better at fighting the predictable machines. So long as nothing like another Gerrod barred their way Fie was confident they'd be at the base of the tower in just a few-

Stupid! She should've known that thinking that was tempting fate, something which was proven by the two massive archaisms that teleported in in front of them just as they were about to cross underneath a bridge.

These two were unlike anything they had seen before, resembling giant medieval knights with massive axes and shields. Altina's comment that these machines were used specifically by the Stahlritter made a lot of sense in that context.

Still, even if these were some of Ouroboros' most powerful archaisms, at the end of the day they were simple machines. Any wariness she felt at seeing these new dangerous opponents was offset by her confidence in their ability to beat them, something which was further enhanced when she formed a combat link with Juna and felt that same confidence from the brash girl.

Fie darted in under the cover of Ash using his switchaxe's ranged attack, with the chain wrapping around one of the weapons leaving the agile jaeger to only need to avoid the second. Something which she accomplished even as she fired some close range shots from her gunswords, doing little damage but keeping the archaism focused on her.

Musse and Altina double teamed the distracted Archaism with powerful arts and for a hopeful moment Fie thought it'd be enough, but the machine lived up to its reputation as one of Ouroboros' finest by gamely enduring the assault and remaining upright.

Too bad.

Even if it didn't go down it was still wildly unbalanced by the combination attack, something which the opportunistic Sylphid was more than happy to take advantage of. The one consistent flaw of the more humanoid looking machines was that they shared the same weaknesses that heavily armored humans did: The joints and other such gaps between the armor plating. With their enemy so out of sorts she was free to seek out one of those spots with her gunswords, scoring multiple critical hits and all but crippling the large machine.

She was about to go in for the kill when Musse formed a combat link with her. Through that link Fie was able to understand just why the mint-haired menace was about to miss with her next arts attack.

How devious.

Without hesitation Fie settled into her assigned role, moving herself in front of the crippled archaism and intentionally shot it's thick armor repeatedly with her gunswords. Though the attacks did little damage they were enough to aggravate the machine as it raised its massive axe in preparation for a blow that was as deadly as it was desperate. It launched its attack-

Just as Musse's fire art exploded just behind it, causing it to stagger past Fie leading to its attack slamming straight into the other machine, which had been too busy fending off her classmates to notice.

A quick cleanup later and Class VII watched with satisfaction from a safe distance as the last of the enemies exploded into ruin. With that barrier overcome they were free to enter the primary keep and finish their field exercise with style.

That plan lasted right up until the moment when the Sharp and the Stout teleported onto the scene.

Chapter Text

The previous five minutes were an absolute whirlwind of emotions that in Fie's opinion summed up this entire field study quite well:

Effortlessly bust up a pair of elite archaisms? That was fun.

Their success drawing the attention of two of the Stahlritter? That was less fun.

Class VII giving one of their best performances as a group to hold off Ines and Ennea? That was really cool!

Duvalie showing up to undue all their efforts and leave them at the mercy of the Stahlritter? That sucked in a major way!

Rean, the principal, and the other members of the Original Class VII showing up to bail them out once again? That was really really annoying, but at the same time a massive relief.

“Is anyone else feeling as exhausted as me?” Physically Fie was still fit for more combat, as she'd endured a lot worse fighting gauntlets during her time in Zephyr, but that combined with the emotional journey they had just gone through left the girl feeling like she'd just gone ten rounds against Xeno and Leo at the same time.

“I just wanna go back to bed!” Juna agreed with a whine, causing both Fie and Altina to bob their heads in agreement.

Musse's weak smile was quite different from her usual mischievous look, “I believe we are nearing the end, so just hang in there a little while longer, alright?”

True enough, after escaping the Stahlritter Class VII found themselves at the base of the fortress's central keep. While the layout of the place was too weird for any of them to know for certain, it seemed that Musse was right and they were almost there.

All that remained was for Class VII to climb. A lot. Something which caused more than one groan as realization spread among the students.

But if there was anything that could keep them going despite how miserable they all were, it was their competitive spirit. Sure Rean and his group had more people, including some absolute monsters, but that didn't stop the students from wanting to keep up with the other team. Theirs was the easier route so there was no excuse for them falling behind!

They'd show Rean that the new Class VII could be counted on just as much as their predecessors!

With that second wind in place they began advancing through the keep. As usual they were attacked by archaisms and monsters, but it didn't seem like any Northern Jaegers or members of Ouroboros were in the area, so progress was good. A few rooms later and they found a massive flight of stairs that seemed promising in their goal of reaching the roof.

Given how high the stairs took them Fie was confident they were nearing their destination. What awaited them on the roof she wasn't sure, but that wouldn't stop them from charging out there and doing their part in-

“Is someone there?!”

They froze. That voice didn't belong to any of them. And given the pathetic weepy nature of it Fie was pretty sure it wasn't any jaeger or knight trying to lay an ambush for them, as even the most bloodthirsty of mercenary had more pride than that. She couldn't help but think the voice sounded familiar, too, even if she couldn't place it.

Curiously Class VII approached the office where it came from. What they discovered was Marquis Ballad, entangled in the same weird magical net that had captured Millium the day before alongside a couple of his personal guard.

And yet being trapped didn't seem to have humbled the noble any as he shot them a dirty look, “Krgh, it just had to be mere students. F-Fine, I don't care who it is! Just save me!”

Really? The guy was just gonna make demands of them like that despite being the sole person responsible for this entire debacle? “Kinda glad I met this guy. Was starting to think all the stereotypes about Erebonian nobles were wrong after spending time with you guys and all the other people we've worked with.”

Musse giggled while Kurt struggled to keep the smirk off his face at her kind words. Juna and Ash meanwhile didn't even try to contain their laughs.

“What did you say!?” Marquis Ballad for some reason didn't find her words nearly as humorous. What a shame.

“We need to deal with the Stahlritter before we can release him from this spell.” Although Altina's voice gave nothing away Fie was positive she found the situation just as entertaining as the rest of them.

“Heh, we're just wastin' time. Let's go.”

Naturally, Ash's words caused the blowhard to panic, “W-Wait! You're just going to leave me here?!” I am from the greatest noble family in the Empire! I'm going to be the next Duke Cayenne!” His voice grew even shriller, “The others don't matter! Get me out of here!”

“For the record,” Kurt whispered so only Class VII could hear, “even the most arrogant of the nobility consider this man to be an a fop. Please don't believe the stereotypes.”

“D-Don't matter...? Whose fault do you think this is?!” Oh. It seemed the Marquis' words had caused Mount Juna to erupt. The former jaeger took a step back to enjoy the fireworks even as Ballad shrunk underneath the pinkette's furious glare, “You dragged the brigadier general around for your personal gain! And then you let the railway cannons be taken away from you, putting the people of Ordis in danger!”

“...Juna, he is a highly-ranked noble.” Once again Fie got the impression that Altina didn't disagree with the words even if she was trying to dissuade the other girl.

Musse let out her signature giggle, “We will do what's necessary to release you, but don't worry, we'll see each other again at a later date.”

While most of her classmates seemed to focus on calming Juna down as the group left the trapped marquis, Fie found herself pondering on Musse's final words. Her suspicions about the other girl were already extremely high, but did she somehow have a connection to that arrogant idiot? Ah well. She was already planning on keeping an eye on the surprisingly mysterious pain in the butt, so it was nothing more than extra incentive.

Right now they had more important things to worry about, “If that idiot's the reason Rean's team beats us to the top...”

Reaching the roof confirmed Fie's fears of being too slow, but thankfully only by a few seconds. They watched as Rean, his classmates, Sara, Angelica, and the principal reached the peak of Juno Naval Fortress.

The same place where Arianrhod was waiting alongside her Stahlritter and the final Aion.

That was enough to cause them to pull up short, “S-Should we join them?”

Juna's question was the one that was probably on all their minds. In her heart Fie definitely wanted to charge right in there, but her head was saying a different story.

It was Kurt that lent voice to those thoughts, “I believe if we tried to intervene now we'd merely be getting in the way.”

“But we were able to make a difference against McBurn last month...!” Altina pleaded, clearly wanting nothing more than to assist her dear instructor.

It pained Fie to be the one to shoot her down, “That worked 'cause McBurn didn't know we were there. Steel Maiden spotted us the second we got here.”

“Bah! This freaking sucks!” Words of wisdom from Ash Carbide.

“Then how about this?” Musse suggested, “We hold back for now, but if it appears that Principal Le Guin and Instructor Rean are on the verge of losing we will lend our support?”

In all honesty it was a terrible idea. If they tried to jump straight into a fight that the Golden Rakshasa and the Ashen Chevalier were losing then they were just jumping to their deaths.

And yet it was enough to calm them all down enough to watch as the Steel Maiden removed her helmet, shocking them all with her beautiful face. Shortly after the battle between legends began in earnest.

Fie wasn't surprised when the principal went straight for the Steel Maiden. They were the two strongest people on the field, after all, and everyone who knew Aurelia Le Guin knew she was always seeking out challenges to overcome. That left Rean and his classmates to face against the three Stahlritter members, who wasted little time in adopting their fancy special formation as they fought the larger group with everything they had.

The clash of steel on steel as the two titans collided almost made the fortress vibrate a little beneath them, so great was the force involved. In a way it reminded Fie of the battle between the Jaeger King and the War God, and just like then she was forced to sit on the sidelines and watch.

The Stahlritter made use of their peerless coordination and unique formation to fight at an even higher level then they had at Byronia Island, but from Fie's point of view it was obvious they'd met their match in the original Class VII. Whereas the Stahlritter relied on their seemingly unbreakable formation, their opponents made use of their ARCUS II combat links at a level their successor class hadn't believed possible, swapping connections seamlessly to support each other in the best way possible whenever one of them went in for the attack.

“We've gotta learn how do that for ourselves.” Kurt voiced what they were all thinking.

It was only because Fie was standing next to Juna that she noticed the other girl nodding her head, “Y-Yeah. I knew they were good, but seeing it for myself is a lot to take in...”

“Meh. They're alright. We'll be just as good at kicking ass once we're as ancient as they are.”

Although she'd seen the older woman fight before, Fie paid a lot of attention to Sara as their fighting styles were so similar. One second she was supporting Rean as they pincered Duvalie in a high-speed clash of blades, the next she was linked to Jusis and providing cover fire with her gun against the Stout, and after that she deftly evaded a pinpoint shot from Ennea with only Gaius' last second link letting her know of the imminent threat.

Yeah. Fie was definitely taking notes on this one. Annoying woman she may be, but Sara was the real deal.

But while watching the original Class VII push back the Stahlritter with skill, coordination, and raw numbers was vital to the outcome of the battle, she couldn't help but see it as a sideshow to the battle between titans.

Her original comparison to the battle between Rutger and Baldur was inaccurate, because what they were witnessing between the Steel Maiden and Golden Rakshasa actually seemed to go far beyond it. What they might've lacked in raw bloodlust compared to those elite jaegers they more than made up for with strength, skill, and speed. The clashes between greatsword and lance were many, and each one released enough force that Fie could feel it in her bones.

That both the Stahlritter and the Original Class VII moved their battles away from the two legends was testament to just how deadly it was. Nobody wanted to be caught in that crossfire.

“That chick is crazy powerful.”

“Which one?” That Ash didn't bother answering her question said a lot.

They were both crazy powerful chicks.

“That's a master level Vander technique!” Kurt exclaimed as Aurelia brought her sword across in a swift slash that accomplished absolutely nothing as Arianrhod deflected it with ease. Undeterred their principal leapt and tried to overwhelm her armored opponent with raw power, “...And that must be an Arseid move.”

“She shifts between schools as quickly as Instructor Rean changes stances.” Musse pointed out.

Altina hummed thoughtfully, “I know she is listed in the database as one of the Empire's most powerful warriors, but seeing it in person makes it feel more... real.”

Fie nodded absentmindedly. As impossible as it was to believe, the psycho woman that terrified all of her students each and every day had apparently actually been holding back a lot at school.

No wonder Boss liked her so much.

And yet despite the absolute insanity that was the Golden Rakshasa, her opponent was matching her blow for blow. The lance wasn't a weapon traditionally used by people on foot, as it was too bulky and cumbersome compared to the spear, and yet the Steel Maiden was wielding it like it was nothing, deflecting Aurelia's greatsword strikes before rearing back and launching pinpoint thrusts in the same movement.

It was impossible for someone of Fie's caliber to know who held the upper hand in that battle of titans.

“One day I too would like to be able to fight opponents like that...”

The former jaeger tore her gaze away from the battle to look over at the speaker, Kurt. He – like everyone else – was watching the battle with rapt attention, but his fists were clenched harshly. Ash too looked to be chomping at the bit. And honestly? She couldn't blame them. Even if her brain understood that they wouldn't be of much use in a fight like that it didn't make it any easier to stand on the sidelines and watch. Ironically it was easier to fight for her life with no expectations of victory against an overwhelming opponent than it was to stay out of the fight.

So yes, she could understand Kurt's frustrations, but at the same time there was one point that needed clarifying, “You mean face the Stahlritter, right? 'Cause sorry to say but I don't think any of us could ever hope to fight someone like her alone.”

“O-Of course.” Kurt corrected quickly.

Ash too saw fit to chime in his support, “Heh. I'm confident in my ability to kick ass, but I ain't no monster.”

“Ugh. Boys...” Should Fie feel offended that Juna's sarcastic comment had lumped her in as one of the boys? It didn't help that Musse gave a knowing wink towards the silver-haired girl alongside a giggle.

Altina's gasp put an end to their conversation, “Instructor Rean...!”

It was obvious why their youngest member was so focused on their teacher as that was the moment he unleashed his Spirit Unification. Duvalie – who had been mostly focused on fending off Sara's ruthless assault – didn't have time to adjust to the shifting balance of power and wasn't able to block the transformed Rean's enhanced slash in time. The Stahlritter's leader gave a cry of pain as her armor only provided the absolute minimum of protection against the tachi strike to her midsection.

It was a good thing that Fie had been trained by Zephyr to spot the tiniest of details as that allowed her to be the only one of her class to keep track of the sequence of critical events that followed: Arianrhod's focus shifted for a fraction of a second upon hearing her subordinate's cry. But that fraction of a second was more than enough for a swordmaster of Aurelia's caliber. Throwing caution to the wind she leapt into the air and brought her blade down with all the considerable force she could muster, “Rakshasa Onslaught!”

It was the same attack she used to one-shot a cryptid. By all metrics the Anguis' attempts at blocking the attack with her lance should've ended with her as a red smear on the ground. And yet Arianrhod somehow took the attack head on and survived.

Survived, but definitely not unscathed. Even though the Golden Rakshasa was panting hard after her attack she was still far better off than her armored opponent who was down on one knee. With her wounded and the rest of the Stahlritter having met Duvalie's fate almost instantly without the Swift holding back Class VII's strongest members, the outcome of the battle was clear.

With victory decided Fie and her friends finally approached the battlefield. Whatever conversation the two absurdly powerful women had been having was lost on them, but they all heard what came after Arianrhod's mouth as she stood back up as if nothing had happened, “Ashen Chevalier, Rean Schwarzer. And your associates as well – Are you prepared?”

Oh, right. Thanks to the crazy battle Fie had completely forgotten how these things ended – After the big boss battle Rean would summon Valimar to fight against the Aion of the month. And Class VII would help out however they could.

“Heed my call... Valimar, the Ashen Knight!”

Rean summoned his machine while Juna called Tita back at camp to have her send over the two soldats they had ready for this very moment – A Hector and a Kestrel.

It was Fie's turn.

As soon as the two soldats arrived she and Ash were in motion as they rushed into their respective machines. As soon as she was settled into her cockpit Rean's face appeared on screen, “Remember: that thing can manipulate space. We don't know what it's going to do. Just make sure to work as a team, and we'll get through it!”

Not the most helpful of advice, but she couldn't really fault her teacher for that. Manipulating space was such a vague power to deal with.

“Fifty mira says I slag this hunk of junk before you!”

Fie rolled her eyes. Did Ash really think that this was the time for that? And more importantly, did he really think his slow useless machine could beat her when she was inside the coolest soldat ever? “You're on.”

Given the crowd of allies on the ground she wasn't at all surprised when she felt the sensation of a combat link being formed. What did catch her off guard, however, was that the first one to try and link with her was Musse of all people. Given her personality she would've thought the mint-haired menace would've gone for Rean instead.

Still, a link with Musse suited Fie just fine. She was confident in her speed and agility, but her ability to inflict heavy damage on the Aion was in question. Having powerful arts to assist would make up for that in a huge way.

Now that she was staring it down the silver-haired girl took the chance to analyze their opponent. While it was large and bulky it wasn't nearly as massive as the one Kurt fought in Sutherland. And unlike Juna's opponent it definitely wasn't gonna be flying around causing mayhem everywhere. The space powers were definitely the scariest thing, but the most noticeable feature of the white Aion was the fact it seemed to have quite a few guns on it.

Many of which it trained on the three machines as it finally got bored of waiting around.

Fie pushed her Kestrel into a sprint as their opponent opened fire, evading the first few shots and causing it to shift focus away from her. She wasn't surprised that Rean and Valimar copied her actions, albeit to the other side. A grunt over the radio from Ash let her know that the big bulky Hector wasn't as lucky, but at least that machine could tank the rounds decently enough.

With the Aion recovering after its attack the opportunistic Kestrel took aim and fired center mass at the massive machine, scoring multiple hits upon its body. To her chagrin, however, it accomplished absolutely nothing against that thick armor.

“Target the arms!” Rean yelled even as he brought Valimar in for a swing at said limb, causing the machine to flinch back with a nasty gash on its arm. Ash followed suit with his own attack, further increasing the damage dealt.

Fie scowled. How was she supposed to know the arms were its vulnerable spot in that position? They were almost as thick as the legs!

Petulantly the silver-haired girl took the moment to channel her combat link into her Kestrel, watching with satisfaction as Musse's support manifested itself in a massive glob of water that smashed into the white machine, doing even more damage than the two melee attacks had. That would hopefully make up for her earlier failure!

The Aion responded to their aggression by pointing its other arm straight at Ash's machine, causing the Hector to flinch back instinctively. Fie followed Rean in as they sought to relieve the pressure on their slower teammate. Once again he went straight for the arm, but this time his attack accomplished little as the Aion simply used its other arm to block. Fie – who was a second later – decided to gamble Ash's life by shifting the target of her gunswords from the arm that was preparing to fire to the leg just beneath it.

While her attack only inflicted minor damage on the massive machine, it was enough to unbalance the Aion enough for its shot to sail wide of Ash. It seems she'd guessed correctly that time.

“Fie, Ash! Cover me!” Not questioning orders she placed distance between her Kestrel and the Aion as she went back to firing suppressive shots with her weapons. Ash surprised her more as he opted to fire some kind of time arts at the Aion – Either one of the Original Class VII was providing the link or he was tied to Altina, because she and Fie were the only ones who provided that attack with their link.

With bullets and spells once again impacting the arms of the Aion it was open for Rean to do whatever it was he wanted. And what he wanted became clear once he took a stance familiar to all present, “Enlightened Domination!”

To their horror, the enemy machine wasn't as suppressed as it had seemed because as soon as Rean began its charge it began pulsing a yellow energy before some weird spacial distortion formed where Valimar had been standing. For a brief moment Fie feared the worst, but a second later Valimar emerged through the darkness, appearing relatively unscathed.

...Unscathed save for this tachi, that was, which was missing a significant chunk of its end.

Well, crap. Sure Rean could still fight, but a Valimar with only half its sword was a lot less intimidating. And with his machine being the strongest one by far...

Ah well. This wouldn't be the first time they'd faced stupid odds, “C'mon, Ash! Let's kick it's ass!”

“Hell yeah! Sit back, Schwarzer! We'll show you how it's done!”

Silently Fie was glad that Rean didn't listen to Ash's bravado as even a crippled Valimar was as good as any soldat, but the Ashen Knight did understand his vulnerability and allowed the two students to go first, something which suited Class VII's speedster just fine. Darting in underneath its many guns gave her the freedom to strike with relative impunity for a few seconds until the enemy rewarded her shenanigans with a clumsy yet powerful fist, something which spooked the Kestrel away.

To add injury to injury, by focusing on her the Aion left itself open to both Ash and Rean, both of whom took the opportunity to contribute their own attacks. Individually their blows did little to the massive machine, but the armor tore and crumpled under the rapid flurry of strikes to the same area. Given the way the Aion began to spark and smoke from the injury she was confident they'd managed to pierce through and hit something important.

Just one more good push and they'd have it...

Something which the Aion seemed determined to not allow them as it crouched down and began charging ominously. The silver-haired pilot did her best to interrupt the attack with her guns, or at least delay it until Rean and Ash could get away, but her efforts were for naught as lightning shot forth from the enemy machine. The blast of energy surged over the Hector and Divine Knight in an instant and still had the power to reach across the battlefield and engulfed her Kestrel before she could even consider mounting a defense.

Soldats were heavily armored by nature, with extra insulation to protect them from arts-based attacks. None of that mattered against the surge of lightning that bombarded her machine. The raw energy alone was enough to overlord many of her Kestrel's functions, but Fie paid little heed to that as she herself was subjected to a painful burst of electricity. It took great force of will to resist the urge to cry out in pain, but just because she endured it stoically didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. Even after the agony of being shocked finally died down her cockpit remained hot and made a sizzling sound that was discomforting.

“Fie! Ash! Are you alright!” Rean's alarmed cry was enough to draw the student's attention. She wasn't at all surprised that Rean's Divine Knight handled the attack way better than she did. What did surprise her, however, was that her Kestrel's radio was still somehow functioning after that debilitating attack.

That thought was enough to get her to check the displays to see the status of the rest of her machine. She was no technical expert, but the damage wasn't good. Still, it didn't seem like she was out of commission, even if she knew she'd just saddled poor Tita with a lot of extra work, “...I'm fine, I think.”

“Gonna take a lot more than that to put me down!” It was good that Ash still retained his usual bravado, but given how pained the words sounded she had a feeling he'd taken the attack as poorly as she had, if not worse given how much closer he had been.

But even if they were all standing it was clear they were losing, and badly. Sure they'd done quite a lot of damage to the Aion, but both their soldats were in worse shape and Valimar was dis...armed...?

Why was Rean's damaged tachi glowing blue with an energy blade that extended to its original length?

“The ARCUSes are connecting everyone's strength!”

“Everyone's hearts are with me. Now, we can fight back!”

Really? Of all the things that could happen it was this? Fie was grateful, sure, but their ARCUSes being able to do something like that had to have been the dumbest and most cliché thing ever. Where was this feature listed in the instructions?

Oh well. Hopefully the power of friendship was sharp enough to cut through the White Aion.

Said Aion didn't seem to take to kindly to Rean's new weapon given the way it was now floating above the ground ominously. Although Fie didn't see any sort of attack coming she had the feeling in the back of her mind that letting it do whatever it was trying to do would've been bad news for all of them, “We need to take it down right now!”

Admittedly it was easier said than done as their previous efforts hadn't been very successful, but their enemy was kind enough to leave itself completely defenseless as it charged up some attack that they very much weren't going to see. She blasted it with Musse's arts, Rean sliced it, and Ash slashed it. And yet the Aion continued to ignore their attacks as whatever it was doing caused the atmosphere to grow heavier around them.

“Everyone, hit it with your strongest attacks as one!” Rean demanded, following his own advice as he utilized one of his Eight Leaves techniques to slice deeply into the hovering machine.

Not wanting to be outdone Fie pushed her Kestrel forward to its maximum speed straight at the Aion. Only in a soldat as quick as this could she hope to mimic one of her favorite high-speed techniques and that was exactly what she did. What her soldat-sized gunswords lacked in damage compared to the other machines was more than compensated by her momentum as she sliced through the enemy in her straightforward dash, reminiscent of her Cipher Edge.

Turning after her assault she witnessed the Aion struggling to stay afloat – something which Ash helped along thanks to his own attack – but it was still charging! And given the way it was glowing brightly Fie was afraid they were running out of time...

“Starfall Slash!” Or at least that was her thought until Rean brought his friendship blade to bear with an attack that seemed to draw energy from all the people watching below. There was no possible way a battle orbment should've been capable of something like that, but as Rean's strike erupted into a great azure explosion she couldn't exactly deny what she was seeing.

The power of friendship clashed with the power to control space, and somehow friendship prevailed.

It was something of a lame ending, but considering it was the ending where they didn't get dragged off into a different dimension or whatever it was trying to do at the end there...

“It's a good thing I'm a teacher or else you would both be owing me fifty mira right now.” Oh, right. In hindsight she shouldn't have let Ash goad her into that stupid bet when their third member was a Divine Knight of all things. Whoops.

Fie remained inside her damaged soldat as she watched the other members of Class VII grill the Stahlritter on their activities. Gaius especially seemed to understand a lot about how the Aions were supposed to work, which seemed to catch everyone off guard.

But as always the Ouroboros members simply evaded the question. And since it happened in both the previous two months none of them were at all surprised when Arianrhod called forth her own Divine Knight in order to turn the defeated Aion into scrap metal.

Actually, that was a lie. The three knights of the Stahlritter seemed surprised, but it didn't matter much as they teleported out just after their master.

But the Steel Maiden left with an ominous proclamation: The third and final experiment was complete. If the past three months had followed a similar script than the next one promised to be something completely different.

It was an ominous thought, but Fie couldn't really bring herself to care too much in the moment. Even if the scripts had been similar this field exercise had been the longest by far. Multiple encounters with Zephyr and Ouroboros. Lots of jaegers. All the random tasks they could ever ask for. And one crazy assault on this massive fortress culminating in a battle between juggernauts and her own encounter against an Aion.

She'd officially earned herself a nice long snooze after this.

Fie didn't get that snooze.

Oh how she could've It would've been so easy. Rean even told them they were free to do whatever they wanted as soon as Class VII made it back to camp.

If only her curiosity didn't get the better of her.

It was the smallest of things. Just as Fie was getting ready to call it for the day she noticed Musse slipping away. That in itself wouldn't have been cause for much interest, but it was the fact that she was with Aurelia of all people.

That and the two of them were hopping on a horse and leaving camp together...?

She was sure the others had noticed the suspicious things involving their most mysterious class member during this trip, but she alone had the knowledge and curiosity needed to find the answers, even if it meant risking getting in trouble by borrowing a bike without permission.

So it was that Fie found herself tailing her classmate and principal. Technically it would've been impossible to follow them stealthily on an orbal bike, but given the fact they'd left in the direction of the city Fie was able to remain so far away that it was impossible to see or hear her. Catching up to them in Ordis would've been nearly impossible if she didn't already have her suspicions of where they were heading.

Getting to the Cayenne Mansion undetected was easy, but how was she supposed to get in without being caught...? The guards were still on high alert with everything that had happened and even if she found an alternate route she risked being too slow and missing out on discovering what was happening inside the conference.

The answer to that dilemma came in the most terrifying way possible as Principal Le Guin stepped out of the building, looked straight at her despite her hiding spot, and waved her in.

Realizing she was busted the jaeger approached the sight of her own execution, “...How long have you known I was following you?” The dejected girl asked as soon as she reached the Golden Rakshasa and the two walked past the guards.

“As soon as you got on the bike.”

Right. That would explain it. Fie thought she had kept a safe distance, but safe for a normal person was far different from being safe from Aurelia Le Guin.

“I'm in trouble, aren't I?”

“Not at all.” Came the surprising reply, “I think your presence will be good for Musse.”

After exhaling a sigh of extreme relief Fie found herself following the impossibly powerful woman through one of the side halls of the massive mansion. With the conference already in full swing there were very few people in this part of the building, which suited the silver-haired girl just fine.

“Are you ready?” Aurelia asked after arriving at a closed door.

“I am!” Came the familiar voice from the other side, just before the door opened. To say Fie was surprised would be an understatement. In the short time since they'd gotten there Musse had completely changed her appearance. Instead of her school uniform she was now wearing the kind of outfit an Erebonian Noblewoman would wear. An exceptionally high ranking one, at that.

But if Fie was surprised to see Musse then Musse was absolutely stunned to see Fie, “I... uh... Fie!?”

To see the all-knowing chaos bringer known as Musse Egret reduced to a speechless stuttering mess because of her presence? It was a moment that Fie would cherish for the rest of her life.

To her credit Musse recovered far quicker than she had any right to as she gave a sly smile to her classmate,“I wasn't expecting to see you here. I take it you followed us?”

“Yup. How could I not? Wanted to see this for myself.”

“Alright, Mildine. It's time.”

“Mildine, huh?” The former jaeger couldn't resist that one final tease as the two students followed Aurelia to the main conference room. And it was there that a commoner with an extremely questionable background was allowed to bear witness to the ascension of Erebonia's highest ranking noble.

Fie didn't actually care too much about that as she was just happy to finally have something to hold over her friend in the future.

Chapter Text

“So, Musse... Or maybe I should start calling you Duchess Mildine Juzalith de Cayenne now?”

Inwardly said girl winced at the reminder, but outwardly she maintained her pleasant smile as she placed down a card to thwart the other girl's rapidly developing offensive, “Please, just continue calling me Musse.”

“That was the plan. Only reason I could remember that mouthful of a name is 'cause it's fun having something over you for a change.”

Quite understandable, in Musse's opinion. Were their positions reversed she would've undoubtedly done the same. The brilliant girl was still kicking herself over her lack of foresight. She knew that some of her more observant classmates had been noticing her actions and that someone would definitely try and tail her if they saw her leave camp was something she had predicted.

Her failure was in assuming Principal Le Guin would have been as concerned about the secrecy of the event as she had. The older woman letting Fie slip in was a possibility she hadn't even thought to calculate.

Although in hindsight she really should have. Even if the Golden Rakshasa was secretly working for her that didn't mean they were of one mind. General Le Guin was her subordinate, Principal Le Guin was not. She shouldn't have been surprised that the latter would've wanted her to involve a classmate with her secret.

Either that or the mighty woman simply wanted to mess with her in a mostly harmless way.

Still, once she got over her initial surprise Musse couldn't help but concede that this outcome held significant value as well. Of all her classmates the only one as good at keeping her mouth shut was Altina. And as adorable as that girl was there was zero chance she'd entrust such a secret to a member of the Intelligence Division.

So Fie was a good choice. And as an added benefit... “Now that you know who I am perhaps I should consider employing you in the future?”

“What, like jaeger contracts or something?” Despite herself Fie looked curious, “You do know I'm not a jaeger anymore, right?”

“Of course, but just because you've left that business doesn't mean you've forgotten your skills. I could use someone who is both quite capable and trustworthy.”

Fie gave a thoughtful hum, “I guess I could use the extra mira. It'd be like some of the part time jobs some of the other students have, right?”

“Quite so.”

“Still, while I might be willing to do somewhat shady stuff I have my morals, you know. If you need someone to commit murder, terrorism, or take pictures of Rean in the bath then get someone else, 'cause I ain't interested.”

Musse nodded her head “Agreed. I have no intention of asking the first two and as for that final one...” She let out a sly little giggle, “...That one has already been taken care of, although I suppose having more couldn't hurt any...?”

It was a shame that Instructor Rean was so good at sensing nearby presences, but how could she possibly stand against the likes of Chancellor Osborne if she wasn't crafty enough to acquire a few rather risque pictures of her favorite man?

“Sometimes you really scare me, you know that?” Fie shook her head wryly, “Were you responsible for our newest addition too?”

“Of course not.” Of course she was, “I am merely a student from a minor noble family. There's no way I would have the authority to have a new panzer soldat transferred from the Weissland Army to the Branch Campus!”

“A soldat that just so happened to be a second Kestrel?”

Musse gave an innocent shrug, “Just because I can freely admit you are better suited to take advantage of the Kestrel's strengths doesn't mean I enjoy remaining on the sidelines while you all fight. I shall be partaking in the next battle alongside Instructor Rean, and I still believe the Kestrel is the best machine for a sniper like myself.”

Fie raised her arms in mock surrender, “I'm not complaining. Anyone with half a brain – which is everyone 'cept Ash - knows that speed beats power. Plus, none of the others were any good in the Kestrel during practice so that makes the first one all mine now. Maybe I should get Tita to customize mine now that I know you have your own...”

“Poor Tita.” Musse gave a dramatic sigh, “How is she supposed to get any peace and quiet when her ungrateful friend keeps pushing more work onto her.”

“How is she supposed to get any peace and quiet when her obnoxious roommate keeps teasing her?” Fie's counter was immediate and lethal.

Not that the mint-haired girl felt any remorse about that. Teasing Tita was just below teasing Instructor Rean on her favorite things to do. And it wasn't as if the girl sitting opposite her held much of a moral high ground on that one.

“I'm curious. Anyone else at school besides the principal know about all this?”

“No, although I am quite certain that Instructor Rean has an idea at the very least.”

“Probably, especially given who was at the council.”

Indeed. Beyond his obvious connection to Jusis Albarea their teacher was also friends with the representatives of House Hyarms and Rogner. If Rean simply asked they would undoubtedly tell him everything that had happened, but if her calculations were correct then he would be content to remain quiet with his suspicions for now.

Musse couldn't help but let out a giggle. Close friends with three of the houses and the future husband of the fourth. Rean truly was Erebonia's hero!

Fie stared at her blankly, “...You worry me, you know that? But still, are you sure it's fine to keep it a secret from our friends? Ironic coming from me, I know, but even still. Got a feeling they're gonna find out eventually.

“I am confident they will, but I am prepared to face the consequences for my actions when the time comes. So long as I can go without drawing attention for a little while longer...”

“Hmm...” Fie adopted a suspicious look before letting out a yawn and closing her eyes, “Well, whatever. Too much of a pain to worry about.”

The new head of House Cayenne looked away from both her friend and the card game they were playing to take in the sights outside the rapidly moving train. Outside of a few minor surprises the stay at her hometown had gone according to plan despite the volatile nature of everything that had occurred. That was a relief, both to the Duchess who strove to oppose the government and to the young girl who had been worried about her family's safety.

And yet beyond that feeling of relief there was an ever growing sense of anxiety welling inside her chest. Even if things had proceeded according to plan thus far it had only been so easy because she hadn't officially entered the game yet. Now she had, and that was sure to catch the attention of the other players. And given how close they were getting to the grand finale of this deadly game...

But at the very least she was ecstatic that all of her potential pieces had more than lived up to her expectations. The path to her victory was a narrow one, undoubtedly fraught with many surprises and hardships along the way, but she was confident that that path was still open to her.

“...My Natial is attacking your master directly.”

Musse shook herself out of her thoughts as one of her favorite pieces took her move. Although in hindsight calling Fie or the others pieces didn't sit quite as right with her anymore. Sure they were all going to be vital in the days to come, but after her conversation with Instructor Rean two nights ago...

It was impossible to deny that Class VII were her friends now.

With a smile on her face the hidden Duchess drew her card. Fie's new master had proven to be a challenge to overcome when paired with the silver-haired girl's naturally aggressive nature, but if she couldn't win a game like this what chance did she have at the great game? “Did you know that if I hit your master with both the Vanish and Disaster cards in my hand that I'd have enough attack from my remaining Natials to finish it off?”

“No...”

She let out a giggle as she placed both magic cards onto the table, delighting in Fie's expression of shock and dismay at the abrupt ending to their battle, “Here's to the start of our great partnership.”

Juna groaned as she slunk into her seat alongside the rest of Class VII. She was coming to adore her time at Thors, she truly was, but going through a tedious day of classes just after getting back from that super crazy trip to Ordis...

It was mental whiplash of the worst sort.

She clearly wasn't the only one feeling that way as Fie had laid her head upon the table as soon as she sat down and looked to have completely dozed off. Altina, who was sitting beside her, had seemingly taken it as an excuse to copy the other girl and was laid out just like her, although sleep didn't come as easily to the young girl given the way her eyes remained open.

On one hand she should've been disappointed that their most impressionable member was starting to copy Fie's lazy habits, but it was such an adorable sight that Juna couldn't bring herself to care. Between their identical postures and similar physical appearances it kinda reminded her of the pictures back home her parents had taken of Ken or Nana sleeping alongside her. Like a pair of grumpy silver-haired siblings.

“This sucks!” Ash exclaimed as he leaned back in his seat, “I should've just ditched today.” That he was even more annoyed by the situation – or was merely the more vocal about it – didn't surprise Juna one bit, but she did notice he had surprisingly toned down his voice a little, likely to not awaken the slumbering duo.

One of the odder changes that the last few days had brought was that Ash seemed a little different. Sure he still acted the same, but he didn't seem to have the same heat to his brash behavior.

Honestly that might've been the most stunning thing to come from their field exercises.

Unsurprisingly the other two members of Class VII were taking the experience better, but Juna could tell they weren't as poised as they usually were. Musse had that patented smile on her face, but it seemed a little weak in the Crossbellian's eyes, and Kurt definitely would never rest his elbow on the table to support his head on a normal day.

Juna's attention was drawn to the door as it opened exactly on time as Instructor Rean entered the room, causing Altina to reluctantly sit herself up. Although her teacher seemed to carry himself the same way he always did one didn't need to be a skilled detective like Lloyd to see the senior swordsman was a little sluggish with his movements.

Heh. It seemed the high and mighty Ashen Chevalier was just as tired as his students.

To be fair he had found himself in even more battles than the rest of them, with duels against the likes of Bardias and Arianrhod on top of everything else they did. The Crossbellian definitely couldn't fault him, especially since at the end of the day he was only a couple years older than the rest of them. Didn't mean she wouldn't tease him for it-

“Heh. Schwarzer looks like he went a dozen rounds with a creepy sheep – and lost!”

Juna quickly changed her mind and decided to abandon that idea. Following up on anything Ash said or did was just wrong on so many levels. Instead she decided to play the cool supportive role for a change, “What're we doing today, Instructor Reaaaaaaaawn.”

...The mortified pinkette did her best to hide her face after her loud obnoxious yawn in the middle of her greeting. It did little to protect her from the laughs of more than a few of her classmates.

Instructor Rean too let out a chuckle at her expense, “Principal Aurelia was quite interested in turning today into a physical exam. Her idea that having you push yourselves beyond your exhaustion to improve is a sound one...”

The blush on Juna's face paled in record speed leaving her as white as a ghost. That woman was an absolute psychopath and would be the death of them all!

“...But the other instructors and I convinced her that today would make for a good self-study day. So that's what we'll do instead.”

“Oh thank Aidios!” She wasn't a religious person by nature, but she'll definitely be stopping by the church to pay her respects for that miracle. Instructors Rean, Randy, Towa, and Michael had to have been saints sent by the Goddess herself if they were able to stand against Principal Le Guin and win.

And yet somehow Instructor Rean's next words made things even better, “While midterm exams are coming up in two weeks and I do hope you take the time to begin studying, the real reason I suggested the idea of a study day is so you guys can get a little extra rest. You're free to leave class and do whatever works best to help you relax, but don't let me catch you doing anything that goes against that. That means you, Ash.”

“The hell?! Why are you singling me out!?”

“I haven't gotten the chance to say it since we finished in Ordis...” It was funny seeing Instructor Rean completely ignore Ash like that, “but I'm proud of you all. That was our most difficult field exercise by far and yet the six of you truly shined. You've really shown my old classmates that the New Class VII is in no way inferior to the old.”

At some level Juna understood that the praise he was offering wasn't entirely truthful. As much as it pained her to admit it there was little chance she and her classmates would walk away from a fight with the Stahlritter and their leader in one piece, even with their principal helping out. By that metric the original Class VII was still their superior, and still a goal she and her friends needed to work towards, just like the SSS was to her.

“Heeheehee.” But all that aside Juna couldn't resist the urge to preen happily at the praise, “We really kicked butt, didn't we?”

“That you did.” Instructor Rean agreed with a soft smile before clapping his hands together, “That's all I have to say. Enjoy your day off and I'll see you all this time tomorrow!”

Despite the dismissal none of the students moved as their teacher made his exit, “Fifty mira says that guy gave us the day off so he could go fishing in peace.”

The Crossbellian blinked at that statement. Not because of the bet itself – nobody was stupid enough to take it up – but the fact Fie had been the one to say it. Hadn't she been sound asleep the entire time?

But seeing the silver-haired girl rise from her seat left Juna thoughtful. Rean's reminder that they had their big tests in a couple of weeks struck her hard. Not only because tests were a terrifying prospect, but because it reminded her that she'd somehow lost to Fie on their last exam.

“I'm not gonna lose again!” Sure she understood why her friend had been so far behind and was glad she managed to catch up so quickly, but if she let Fie beat her again that would leave her as Class VII's weakest link!

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” The pink-haired girl stood from her seat and approached her confused looking new rival, “You may have beat me last time, but I'm definitely gonna score higher on our midterms!”

As understanding dawned in her friend's eyes a challenging smirk took hold of her face, “Heh. Is that so? Wanna bet on it?”

“Damn right I do! I'll wager my favorite Mishy!”

“Sounds good. If you manage to win I'll give you one of my best quality grenades. Deal?”

“Deal!” Had Juna been thinking more rationally she might've realized just what she'd been offered and how pointless it was. But she hadn't, and thus she remained there with a proud smirk on her face as Fie walked out of the classroom like the coward she was.

It was only after she had left that the situation began to sink in. Had she seriously just offered up her favorite Mishy on a whim!? Sure it was just a ratty old doll, but it was one that Ken and Nana got for her the first time they went to Mishelam together. She couldn't afford to lose it! And for a grenade of all things!?

“Kurt! I screwed up! I need help!”

Ash grinned viciously as he held his switchaxe at the ready. It had taken months, but he finally got what he had been waiting for.

He was about to fight against Jaeger.

“Surprised you didn't make an excuse before running away like all the other times.” He taunted his opponent at the other end of the training room.

“Probably should've, in hindsight.” His opponent commented with a lazy shrug that did nothing to detract from the way she was warily watching him, “But it's kinda annoying how many powerhouses we've been facing lately. Even though you kinda suck at fighting you've at least proven you're pretty damn hard to kill. If I can take you down I should be able to finish off a Stahlritter at least.”

“You annoying little fly...” He knew her words were poorly disguised praise, but that was the name of their game. Mutual disrespect in everything they did, “Fine! But don't go crying to your undead dad when I kick your ass!”

One nice thing about Jaeger compared to Pretty Boy, his other classmates, or even Schwarzer was that she alone understood the same thing he did: There are no rules in war. That was why he didn't wait for any stupid bell or referee or any other standard way to start the fight, instead launching his weapon towards his opponent without warning. And that was why he wasn't at all surprised when Fie casually rolled out of the way of his chained blade.

As she exited her roll her gunswords were pointed directly at him. Sure he could live up to her statement about being hard to kill by tanking the shots well enough, but he wasn't so stupid to automatically assume the enemies gun was safe to endure just because the weapon itself was small. Instead he positioned himself so his rapidly recalling blade was between him and her, allowing it and his chains to take the hits for him.

He'd seen her fight enough to know she was an opportunistic little thing and wouldn't be able to resist the urge to attack him while he seemed helpless. Thus he was prepared when Fie proved she was even faster than his blade as she closed the gap in an instant, turning the haft of his weapon into a makeshift club with the remaining chain length serving as a nasty little flail. Fie evaded the crude strike, but the little yelp of surprise she let out was music to his ears.

As his weapon connected back together Ash immediately launched his own attack. Despite it being a simple spar he was absolutely aiming to cause as severe an injury as possible with his blade, but to his annoyance he failed. An annoying smirk was plastered on Jaeger's face as she bobbed and weaved through all of his attacks without a care in the world.

It was a pain, but this was what Ash wanted. He hadn't gotten a chance to fight the Swift during their brief encounter, but this was what he imagined such a fight would be like.

The blond could tell that Fie wanted to close inside the range of his switchaxe where she'd hold the advantage, and his first instinct was to keep swinging so that couldn't happen, even if scoring a hit felt impossible. But he hesitated as an idea came to mind. It was risky as hell, but it sure beat standing in a stalemate swinging his weapon wildly like a fool.

Once again Ash swung his large blade, but this time he made a show of overextending his attack. It was too irresistible an opportunity and the silver-haired girl darted in under the attack and began swinging her own weapons at him... Just as he surprised her with a straight kick. Opportunistic attack became a hasty defense and the girl blocked his foot with her weapons. He could feel the blade cutting into his boots, but it didn't matter as the force of his boot making contact jarred her gunswords right out of her hands.

If Fie was bothered by the loss of her weapons she certainly didn't show it as she took advantage of his kick by launching a spin kick of her own towards the only leg currently connecting him with the ground. He slid back to avoid the painful attack, but in so doing lost his balance and fell backwards, opting to abandon his weapon in favor of catching his fall.

Fie was on him in an instant. Even if she was a tiny little thing the former punk had no desire to get clocked in the head and so he rushed to guard his face. He was surprised when the rain of blows didn't come down as he expected, but in that brief moment he understood why. The head wasn't her target. Something far worse was.

“I give!” He yelled out just as her fist neared the part that made Ash a man, “You psycho bitch! Stay away from the junk!” Even in street brawls everyone knew that the dick was off-limits!

“And that's the difference between us jaegers and whatever it was you consider yourself.” The annoying little brat grinned as she stood back up. She didn't bother offering him a hand, not that he would've taken it, “Still, that kick was pretty good. Wasn't expecting it at all. Might've had me there if you weren't such a wimp.”

He rolled his eyes as he got to his feet, “You're just as psycho as that Ogre chick!”

“Hell no!” She scowled at him, “The Shirley I remember loves going below the belt. Said it's funny listening to guys squeal like a pig after a single hit. Me? I only did it 'cause you left yourself wide open. Maybe that's your kink or something?”

“Ugh. Psycho jaeger chicks...” The two retrieved their weapons, “Go again?”

“Yep. Ready when... you... are?”

The reason she trailed off? The door to the training room opened and in walked Schwarzer and the Pretty Boy. Both seemed as surprised to see them as he was to them, “Oh. Fie and... Ash?” Kurt muttered, causing him to roll his eyes, “Not a combination I was expecting to see.”

“We're here for the same reasons you are, I bet.” Jaeger pointed out.

“Bet you're still feeling the pain after getting thrown around fighting those crazy knights, ain't ya?”

Schwarzer let out his signature annoying awkward laugh, “Can't deny it. Even though we all pulled through alright that last encounter was a stark reminder of just how much further we all need to improve, myself included. Glad to see the two of you picked up on that too.”

“I'm assuming you two want in.” Two nods were the answer he received, “So how are we doing this?” Ash asked. As much as he hated to admit it, Schwarzer was still on another level than the rest of them.

“How about we spar as pairs and alternate the teams after each match.” The teacher suggested quickly, “For the first match Kurt and I will take on the two of you. Do you need a minute to catch your breath before we begin?”

Heh. Seems like his fight against Fie was at an end for now. That was fine. He'd wanted to fight against speed and it seemed he would, even if his opponents were different now. He shot a pointed look towards his temporary ally and got a grudging nod in response, “Nope. We're more than ready to kick your ass.”

“Alright then. Principal Le Guin is currently in a meeting with Instructor's Towa and Michael so we should have a good hour or so before we should consider stopping.” Heh. It was pretty funny seeing their teacher be so terrified of the Golden Rakshasa barging in on their fights, but at the same time Ash appreciated the foresight immensely. Few things in the world truly scared him, but Aurelia Le Guin was one of them, “We'll begin on my signal...”

As Raquel's little monster took his stance he couldn't help but appreciate the situation he found himself in. Sure the school was still flaky as hell and his classmates and teacher were all annoying bleeding hearts, but Class VII had its perks too. He'd never admit it out loud, but having friends around who were tough as nails was nice. And while his teacher might've been as lame as could be, he'd at least proven he was more than his stupid little hero title.

Yeah. Being a member of Class VII wasn't so bad.

“...And begin!”

“Are you sure this place will have what I'm looking for?”

“Positive.”

Kurt wouldn't say he was a suspicious person by nature, but the look on Fie's face was anything but innocent. Still, even with his doubts the Vander found himself reluctantly following the girl to their destination, since it was the polite thing to do when she offered to help him.

Somehow the conversation at the end of classes had turned to weapon maintenance, and he'd shamefully admitted that with everything that had happened recently he had gotten a little lax on his weapon supplies. Nothing too major, naturally, but the whetstone he used to sharpen his blades was becoming worn down and he'd used the last of his oil just before their field exercise.

That left him with three options: Borrow from one of his blade-wielding classmates, use the freely offered school supplies, or send a letter back home and request supplies from the Vander School. One of those would cost him his pride, another would cause a suffer in quality, and the final would take too much time.

And that was when Fie presented a fourth option: Neinvalli Exchange. His classmate was adamant that the quality of the place was good, so long as you were willing to pay a hefty price. Mira was little trouble for the young noble, so he'd begrudgingly accepted her offer even if he held plenty of reservations towards the idea.

“Are you absolutely sure this place will have it?” He repeated warily as they approached, “No offense, but Neinvalli doesn't exactly have the most sterling of reputations...” He hadn't been in the Leeves shop yet, but the one in Crossbell was as shady as a store could possibly get.

“Quit freaking out so much.” His companion waved him off with a roll of her eyes, “I occasionally help out here so you know it can't be too bad, right?” He remained unconvinced which caused Fie to narrow her eyes at him dangerously, “Sure the place deals in plenty of illegal stuff, but at the end of the day it's a shop used all the times by jaegers and other criminals, many of whom use blades like me. What do you think they use to sharpen their weapons? Dead puppies or something?”

“Of course not!” Honestly he hadn't given the idea much thought in the past, but it stood to reason that soldiers of fortune would use similar maintenance as professional martial artists, “I'm not stupid, you know!”

Did he use a little too much vitriol in his statement? Possibly. But did Fie really need to say something so outlandish as dead puppies?

For her part Fie didn't seem to care one whit as they arrived at the nondescript building and the shorter girl took the lead to open the door. The young Vander wasn't sure what to expect as he entered, so he braced himself for what he imagined to be the worst things possible-

Kurt let out a horrified gasp as he saw what lay motionlessly on the ground inside the store, “A dead puppy!?” Holy hell. Had she been serious when she suggested that's how they maintained their weapons? He needed to get away from this butchery and report to the school faculty as soon as-

“Oi. Cerberus. We have customers. Stop playing dead.”

“O-Oh, right. Haha...” Kurt rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Of course the little puppy was just sleeping and not actually dead.

How embarrassing.

His companion shot him a look that hinted at future teasing before turning to the extremely young shopkeeper, “Got a fresh one here for you. I know he looks like an easy mark, but he's my classmate so don't take advantage of him too badly, yeah?”

“No promises. Kid's a blue blood, so he's gotta be pretty loaded, right?”

Really? Is that how they saw him? And did she just call him a kid when she was clearly much younger?

The Vander was already regretting his decision and made his annoyance plain in the look he shot Fie, but to his growing ire the girl was no longer paying attention to him, having deemed pampering Cerberus as a better use of her time.

“Alright, pretty boy.” From Ash the nickname was bad enough, but from this small precocious child? “What can I get for you?”

With a grumble Kurt complied and listed out everything he was hoping to find. To his surprise the diminutive shop owner responded to each item with either or a nod or a positive sounding hum. The shop they were in was extremely small, but somehow she dug out each and every item he asked for with only minimal fuss. Even more impressive was the quality of the items she procured, with everything being top of the line imports, including brands from Calvard that were supposed to be banned in the Empire.

Ten minutes later and the two students exited the shop, “So...?” Fie pressed, knowing grin on her face.

“I'll admit. That place wasn't half bad.” He may even visit again, except without his smug classmate.

“I'm proud of you.” She teased, wiping a fake tear from her eye, “Prim and proper Kurt is visiting black market shops. Even bought some illegal goods!

The dual-blade user flushed scarlet. He had gotten so caught up in his purchases that he'd somehow allowed Jingo to convince him of the quality of those illegally imported items.

“Don't worry.” Fie gave him a mocking pat on the shoulders, “I know some good hiding spots if you're worried about getting caught, but I'm pretty sure Major Michael is the only teacher that'd care.

Kurt Vander could only groan miserably. He wasn't too worried about the staff, but if his family ever found out...

“I am annoyed.”

“Huh?”

Altina sent her silver-haired roommate a flat look as the other girl prepared for bed, “I feel you have been spending more time with our other classmates these past few days.”

“Have I?” Fie seemed confused for a second before waving her off with a shrug, “Are you jealous?”

“No.” Definitely not jealous. And she wasn't pouting either.

“Heh. If you say so.” Fie climbed into her bed, “Wanna sleep with me?”

Altina tilted her head. Fie wasn't Juna. She was an expert sleeper and could possibly be trusted with something like this. Decision made the smaller girl gave a small nod before following her friend, “Won't this make Juna angry?”

“Probably.” Their other roommate was already fast asleep, but Altina still had bad memories of Juna's attempts at sleeping with her, “Do you care?”

“...No. Not really.” Maybe the others had gotten more time with her friend these past few days, but as Altina relaxed into the other girl she was more than content.

She held monopoly over the nights.

Chapter Text

It was rare for Fie to be one of the last students at school, but the girl had a lot on her mind as she meandered aimlessly through the almost completely deserted halls well after class had been dismissed.

Club activities had recently concluded for the day, and while her afternoon in the Cooking Club was nothing unusual a random comment from Sandy had inadvertently reminded the silver-haired girl of a goal she had set for herself a couple months back. Now seemed as good a time as any for her to pull it off.

Not literally now, of course. There was a lot of planning to do. She still needed to figure out what she intended on making, who she was making it for, what ingredients that would need, and a good night to pull it off.

Fie paused, wondering if she should ask her fellow club members for assistance. Sure the goal was hers and hers alone, but if the scope got too big it might end up beyond her capabilities. At the very least she should brainstorm ideas before-

“Hmm, hmm hmm~!” She was broken from her thoughts by the sound of someone humming from behind her. Curious, she turned to see Towa exiting the room she'd just passed before turning in her direction. The teacher didn't seem to notice her presence as she was focused entirely on the sizable stack of papers in her hands.

There was no way Towa was going to bump into her without noticing her first... right? Belatedly Fie realized that she could simply move out of the way, a small feat for someone as agile as her, but her morbid curiosity left her in a fugue state as she watched the imminent train wreck grow closer and closer...

For the student who saw it coming and had braced herself accordingly it was a minor thing. Just a small bump between two people. No harm, no foul.

But for Towa? “Eek...Ooph!” The older girl was completely unprepared for the slow collision and promptly fell back onto her butt, scattering pages all over the hall.

It was such a surreal thing to witness. Almost as if it was a scene from another world entirely.

“Owie...” But it wasn't. And right now the teacher was looking rather pitiful as she tried regaining her bearings from her spot on the ground. The halls were empty and the teacher – who was mostly at fault for the collision - still hadn't seen who or what she'd bumped into, so it would've been easy for her to slip away without being detected. Something which she sorely wanted to do as the alternative would be too troublesome.

The former jaeger let out a sigh. Curse her conscience. Even if she wasn't exactly at fault she did feel a little guilty for not evading the collision in time. She reached a hand down to assist the fallen teacher, “You alright, Towa?”

“Huh?” It was only then that the tiny girl realized who was present with her. With a sheepish smile the teacher took her hand and Fie helped her back to her feet, “Sorry about that. I guess I wasn't looking where I was going, was I?”

“It's fine.” She was willing to help out, but she wasn't feeling up to admitting her own role in the accident. Unsurprisingly Towa bent down to begin scooping up papers, and Fie naturally did the same, “What are these?”

The little teacher paused in her collections to glance at one of the papers, “These are for the midterm exams.”

“Oho?” Could this be the secret advantage needed to secure a win against Juna in a couple weeks? With all these pages surely Towa wouldn't notice if one went missing-

“These aren't the questions or the answers, so don't even think about it!” Towa tried to appear stern, but the pout on her face was more adorable than anything. Still, it was enough to stop Fie's devious schemes in their tracks, “These are just forms I need to take to the Main Campus teachers so both schools will be on the same page since we're giving the same exams.”

How lame.

Once the pages were all collected the diminutive teacher exhaled in relief, “Whew. Glad that didn't take long. I should be able to make the next train to Leeves- Oh! But I still need to go grab the RMP forms for our shared field study next month and I promised Principal Heinrich I'd bring him the-”

Fie couldn't help but sweatdrop. Just hearing Towa muse to herself was exhausting. How was this girl able to keep going like that?

Also she got the feeling she heard something she wasn't supposed to, but if there was anything she was good at it was keeping silent with dangerous intel.

The teacher let out a mix between a whine and a groan, likely realizing all that crap she just muttered would ensure she wouldn't be in time for the next train. While the trains were frequent enough, given how late it already was any sort of delay would mean the poor girl would be in for a very long night.

“Why not take a bike instead of the train?”

Towa let out a sheepish laugh, “I do know how to drive, but I can't say I'm very comfortable with it. Guess I got so used to Angie or Rean giving me rides that I never really got used to riding the bike myself. And I'm sure Rean's busy enough as is...”

A shame. The image of Towa riding a bike around was actually kinda funny. The girl definitely gave off the vibes of someone who would be far more comfortable in a tiny car.

There was one obvious solution to the situation, but it was one Fie really didn't want to voice. Even so, the sight of the miserable teacher once again led to her conscience rearing its ugly head, “Want me to drive you there?”

“Ahaha...” Towa used a free hand to rub her head sheepishly, “I'm grateful for the offer, but I imagine you have better things to be doing with your evening. I'm sure I can manage like this-”

Towa was giving her an out, and yet that only further reinforced her desire to help, “No big deal. I've been kinda curious about the other school myself. Wouldn't mind checking it out.”

“Well....” The teacher seemed to have an internal debate before she settled into a wide smile, “Thank you so much, Fie! I'll just need a few minutes to go grab all the other things I need, and we'll get going right away!”

Curse Rean and his bad influences. It was the only explanation for why she kept opening her big mouth to volunteer for stupid things. With a sigh the annoyed girl followed behind her teacher as they went to grab the other things Towa needed.

“...How exactly were you planning on getting all this over to the other school in a single trip?” Fie asked, torn between amusement and exasperation at their current situation. When Towa had said she needed to grab a few other things Fie hadn't expected that to mean four large bags and a heavy box, the latter of which she had volunteered to take lest the smaller woman collapse under all the weight.

“Ehehe...” Towa giggled sheepishly as they prepared a bike for the trip, “It's always been a bad habit of mine. Thanks again for offering to help me.”

The silver-haired student looked away awkwardly, “It's no big deal.”

“But it is! This reminds me of a night two years ago when Rean helped me with my shopping. It makes me happy to see his helpfulness has been passed to his students!”

Ugh. She had been right on the mira with assigning blame for her dumb personality shift to her teacher, but that didn't make her feel any better at all. Instead she just shook her head as she hopped on her bike, with Towa following suit behind her once she was sure everything was secure in the sidecar. Once everything was set she kicked the bike into gear. A few students sent them looks as they passed, but a wide berth ensured she avoided any possible conversation or collision.

Something which couldn't be done in town as the road to Trista meant going through the capital, and to go there meant crossing the town's bridge. A bridge that was currently occupied by a pair of fishers who Fie knew very well. Towa probably wanted her to stop the bike so they could chat with Rean and Altina, but the silver-haired girl feigned ignorance and shot right past her classmate and teacher, offering a smirk and a cheeky wave in response to their confused looks.

Served them right for fishing when she was stuck doing the chore she volunteered for!

Wanting to give her teacher a bit of a fright Fie accelerated the bike as soon as they were out of town, but to her disappointment Towa didn't seem at all bothered by their high speeds. She must've noticed her surprise despite her position behind her as she elaborated, “Sorry, but I used to ride with Angie all the time. That girl was as fast and reckless as they came.”

Hmph. Fie could do fast and reckless if she wanted, but the girl was considerate enough to not go full throttle while they had a side car filled with documents and other things. Still, the pace was quick enough that the duo reached the capital in a matter of minutes. Even though Trista was on the opposite side of Heimdallr she opted to skirt around the city instead of entering, going under the assumption that the longer route would end up being quicker than the busy city, especially as a lot of people would've been getting out of work at that time.

Once to the east of Heimdallr Towa began regaling her of how most of the orbal bike's initial tests took place on the stretch of land they were currently on, with Rean serving as the guinea pig for many of those trial runs. He'd even won a race against Angelica shortly after the civil war, which explained why the humble instructor was surprisingly good behind the wheel.

Although she'd passed through Trista a few times in a train, this was her first time actually visiting the town. Her first impression... was that it was like literally every other large town in Erebonia. A bunch of houses, a few shops, and a church. Plus the school in the distance.

It was Leeves, just with a different layout. Kinda boring.

“See that building over there?” Towa pointed out as they parked the bike near the train station, “It's just a storage building now, but that used to be the dorm exclusively used by the previous Class VII.”

There was one big difference between the two Thors towns.. Unlike Leeves this place held a lot of history to it. While she wasn't one to put much stock in such things, it was hard to ignore that this town once held the likes of Aurelia Le Guin, Wallace Bardias, Claire Rieveldt, many generations of the royal family, and of course the original Class VII.

Speaking of which... “Please tell me we're not gonna run into that arrogant prince?”

Towa giggled, “You really shouldn't say that out loud. Still, I am fairly certain he goes back to the capital after classes each day, so I doubt we'll be running into him.”

With those assurances the student followed the teacher to the campus, with the latter pointing out a few of the more interesting buildings in Trista as they passed. Like the town they'd just exited the school itself wasn't all too different from what she was used to, but it was clearly a lot older and larger, both of which made a lot of sense.

This was the Thors of legends, not the trash bin run by a bunch of wackos.

Towa led them to the teacher's room where they dropped off the box and some of the other supplies before she turned to Fie, “Since none of the instructors are here I'll need to go deliver the rest of this in person. You should be free to explore the campus if you'd like.”

She shrugged. It wasn't the most exciting of things to do, but it certainly beat waiting around, especially waiting in the most cursed of rooms. Thus decided, she followed the teacher out of the room before immediately splitting off to go her own way. Since Towa seemed to be staying in the main building she decided to check out the smaller buildings first.

Taking the exit opposite the main entrance she found herself staring at a large building, but annoyingly, when she tried to enter she found it was locked up. From what she could tell it seemed to be a gym so it would've been neat to check out for herself. Probably a lot better than the one at her school.

As she was leaving, however, the area next to the gym caught her eye. It was hard to tell thanks to the overgrown grass and weeds, but Fie was reminded of the plants that she occasionally helped Sandy with back home. She remembered hearing that Thors had gotten rid of their clubs starting that year. Had there originally been a Gardening Club in this spot? If there had then it had gone abandoned and was now in the process of being reclaimed by nature.

For some odd reason she felt a little sad at the thought.

Shaking away those thoughts Fie followed the path away. There was a side path that seemed to head to a really old building in the distance, but it was blocked off. Curious, but probably not anything of interest to her. Same with the large soldat hangar. After that was the cafeteria, which might've been worth checking out, but she had no desire to walk in there when there were probably a bunch of main campus students around.

She did check out the library, not because of any real interest in reading, but mostly to see just how much bigger it was compared to her school's. The answer was much much bigger. They could fit like ten of her libraries into this one and still have enough room for Ash and his gigantic ego.

The only other outdoor places were an auditorium – which she was kinda jealous of – and a rather large academy field, so instead she went back into the central building. This part of the tour was kinda boring to her because it was just like her school, albeit a lot bigger as it had rooms for two years of the main campus' five classes. There were a handful of closed down rooms on the second floor, which might've been club rooms at some point, and a roof which had usual roof things.

Bored, Fie returned to the first floor and was going to look for Towa, but the infirmary caught her eye. Given she had nothing to do and the room was currently empty...

“I am so sorry, Instructor Beatrix!” Were the words Fie heard as she roused herself from slumber.

An older lady let out a mirthful laugh, “It was a bit of a surprise, but I didn't mind at all.”

As she sat up from the bed she had claimed for her own she discovered that the speakers were Towa and a woman who must've been the nurse of the place. Whoops. Surprisingly the old woman had sharp senses as she immediately noticed her waking, “It seems sleeping beauty has awoken.”

“Er... sorry?” She muttered awkwardly, “In my defense you have some really comfy beds.”

Her words caused the nurse to again laugh, “I shall accept that as the highest of praise.” She joked.

“You should be grateful that Instructor Beatrix is so kind.” Towa tried to act stern, but Fie was pretty sure the diminutive teacher didn't have a stern bone in her body, “Do you know how shocked I was when she told me you were sleeping away in here?” Fie didn't really have any defense to that so she remained silent, causing the young teacher to let out a groan, “Anyways, I think it's about time we get back home. It'll be dark soon and I know you have studying to do.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She grumbled even as she got up, “Thanks for letting me stay here. It was nice.”

“Of course. It was no problem. But perhaps next time you wait until I'm back in my office before you decide to take a nap? I'll gladly prepare a pot of tea and some snacks if you do.”

“Sure. That sounds good.”

And yet as Fie left the nurse's office she felt an odd sense of melancholy. She knew she'd never be able to take Beatrix up on her offer and that left her feeling sad for reasons she couldn't understand.

She did her best to shake away those oddly depressing thoughts as she got back on her bike and drove Towa back home. At least she'd still be able to crash in Linde's office whenever she wanted.

Fie grimaced as she did the most vile and disgusting thing a girl like her could possibly ever do, one that would leave her forever scarred and her reputation in tatters.

She was studying by her lonesome despite classes being finished for the day.

It definitely wasn't her forte, but she'd spent too much time over the past three months getting her grades to a somewhat acceptable level to trip and fall at this critical juncture. She would prove to the world that there was an educated brain behind her good looks and cool attitude!

...Mostly she was doing it because Juna had thrown down the gauntlet. It was her sole duty to utterly decimate her current opponent, even in something as tedious as exams.

Truth be told she was actually pretty confident overall. Thanks to all her past experience she was actually one of the top scorers in the more practical classes, and she'd even gotten pretty decent with history thanks to Rean's nagging. Add to that an... acceptable performance in math, economics, and all those other number related courses and you had a passing grade.

There was just one problem. One absolutely terrible problem that threatened to undue all the progress she'd made since arriving at Thors. It was-

“Well lookie here. Never thought I'd see Selfie with her head buried in a book.”

She rolled her eyes as a certain newcomer entered the room. Just great, “And I never thought I'd see the Red Reaper holding a stable job.”

“Heh. That makes the two of us. So what are you reading?”

While Fie was under no obligation to actually answer that question, she couldn't help but be curious about the situation, “Hey, Randy, You're a teacher, right?”

The smirk on the older man's face faded into a straight line as realization dawned, “Err... Yeah, I guess I am. Why?”

“Well that means you should be able to help a confused student out.”

“Uhh...” The red-haired man faltered for a moment before putting on a show of bravado, “Sure thing. Just tell ol' Randy what you need.”

“Cool. So tell me what an accarezzevole is supposed to be.”

Watching the teacher blink owlishly was pretty funny, “...Is it a new type of grenade?”

Fie let out an amused giggle, “I wish it was.” She closed her book before shaking her head, “Music class is such a pain.”

“Tell me about it. I like my sweet tunes as much as anyone, but hell if I know a damn thing about the actual theory and stuff. I bet it ain't easy having our esteemed principal as your instructor, either.”

“That woman is a monster.” She confirmed succinctly, “I feel like she's one wrong answer away from blasting us through a wall. Nothing like your class.”

Randy rolled his eyes, “Says the person who looks half asleep in all my classes.”

Fie gave a lazy shrug, “Can't help it. Your class is too easy. Hard to stay awake.”

“Yeah, well, can't really expect the others to have our background, can we?” At her lack of answer Randy gave a thoughtful hum, “Well, I can't really help you with your music studying, but maybe doing something a little different might make for a nice change of pace. Something like a fight with your dear old instructor, perhaps?”

That caused the silver-haired girl to pause, “You wanna fight me? Why?”

“Why not? We've known my psycho cousin is active, and now we've run into those crazy knights too. Thinking I gotta shake off the rust before the shit really hits the fan, ya know?”

“Sure, but isn't picking a fight with a student a bad look?”

“Meh. If the school wanted a good look they wouldn't have hired a jaeger turned cop turned fugitive to the staff.” She couldn't really argue against that point, but Randy continued regardless, “I have no desire to die, so the principal is out of the question. Instructor Michael isn't very interested in fighting. Rean's a good fight, but his straightforward nature isn't what I'm looking for right now.”

“What about Towa?” Fie asked with a smirk.

Something which caused the Red Reaper to laugh, “Hah! Towee might look harmless, but I bet she's got some sharp claws on her if you somehow got her angry. All jokes aside, you and Leonora are probably the closest thing to a Shirley we have, and she's more specialized for fights in the water.”

Fie nodded along. His words made sense, but she didn't like how he basically just compared her to Shirley. Pretty rude. “Alright, fine. I could definitely use the break.”

As the two made their way to the field – since the training room lacked the space for a pair of former jaegers to strut their stuff – Fie asked a question that had been on her mind, “Your group fought the Steel Maiden and the Stahlritter before, right?”

“Yep. We didn't even beat the Maiden either, just broke her helmet and brought her to her knees long enough for her to acknowledge our strength. Plus we fought them all one at a time. Gotta admit I was pretty damn impressed when I heard Class VII took on the Stout and the Sharp at the same time.”

The praise was nice, but at the same time Fie wasn't all that impressed with their performance, “We were just barely holding them off. We would've been screwed had Rean and his friends not shown up when Duvalie did.”

“Still, from what I've heard from Rean it was a pretty good showing. A lot better than what you did against my cousin, that's for sure.”

“Hah. Hah.” She did not need to be reminded of that. It was fine. She'd just make find a way to make him eat his words during their fight.

“Ow...” In hindsight, trying to make someone with half a decade of experience on her who followed the same career path eat his words was a rather optimistic goal.

“Don't be such a baby.” Randy teased as he set down a pair of drinks before taking a seat opposite her, “Most of those won't even bruise.”

Fie shot him a withering glare, but the aptly named Red Reaper simply brushed her off with a smirk, “I hate you so much.”

“Still, that was a pretty good fight. I wasn't expecting to need to bust out Berserker to put you down at the end there.”

She hadn't expected it either. One moment she was dancing around his stun halberd looking for an opening, and the next he had whipped out his heavy weapon and had her completely pinned under a barrage of deadly firepower, helpless as the former Red Constellation closed the distance and swatted her away like an annoying fly.

“Still...” Randy gave a thoughtful hum, “This wasn't quite what I was hoping for.”

“Well sorry for not living up to your expectations.” She groused.

The teacher let out a laugh, “Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Like I said earlier I was hoping to fight someone like Shirley. You're still crafty as all hell, don't get me wrong, but I think you've become more like me and less like her. Lost a bit of that jaeger edge.”

“And what's that supposed to mean?”

“It means we've become domesticated.” At her arched eyes he elaborated, “Think about it! We were both raised to believe that survival on the battlefield was the only thing that mattered. And now I'm a cop and you're a student. To think the once mighty Sylphid and Red Reaper have become bargain bin bracers. My old man's probably rolling over in his grave right now.”

“Who knows? Maybe he's gotten bored of Gehenna and is running around like mine.”

Randy shuddered, “No thank you. I'm still half-expecting Uncle Sigmund to pop out and make my life a living hell again. Don't need the War God to add onto that.”

“You really think I've changed that much?” Sure Fie knew she's grown since arriving at Thors, but the way Randy was talking made it sound like her entire mentality had changed, and that was something she couldn't really see.

But then again it was hardest to see your own changes.

“Yep. I know your crew tried to keep you away from the worst of the jaeger life, but I'm sure the old Sylphid was a lot more ruthless than you are. If our fight had been a serious one I bet the old you would have turned to explosives and been willing to blow up half the school trying to get me in a trap, and while you probably would've done what you could to clear out the civilian element, well... stuff happens.”

She couldn't really deny the point, especially since he was speaking from experience, “I guess so.”

Randy nodded, “But now? Now I think it's different. What would you do if I told you you had to force me to my knees within two hours in a fight with no rules?”

No rules? Well that made it easy, “I'd probably call up the rest of Class VII to help out. Anyone else willing to come over, too.”

“Exactly!” The teacher grinned madly, “You've got your own crew now, just like how I have mine waiting for me back in Crossbell. And they aren't just other people fighting under the same banner, either. Junie and the others will have your back through thick and thin, just as I know you'd have theirs should they need it. And that's what makes you different from Shirley or those Zephyr guys.”

“Huh...” Fie mused on his words for a moment, “I guess you got a point. I mean I knew I was starting to turn into a sap, but hearing it from your mouth really brings home the point.”

“Yep. Seems like the fate of all former jaegers is to fall prey to idealistic lady-killers with a penchant for cheesy speeches.”

She rolled her eyes, “Could you make it any weirder?”

“Sorry. That's totally how it is. I know it. You know it. And I'm pretty sure the Jaeger King knows it, too.”

The Zephyr girl gave a groan, “Maybe, but I still need to give him an answer. Not looking forward to that one.”

Randy gave a laugh, “Can't blame you there. I thought I had it rough having to fight an Ogre two years ago. Definitely feeling for you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Piece of advice? If you wanna give your old man a good answer you'll definitely need to kick up the training a notch. You might not be like Shirley anymore, but if you wanna get through to him you're gonna need to be something even better.”

Fie sighed tiredly at his words. She knew it all, she truly did. But hearing them from someone more experienced on the matter really brought home just how screwed she truly was.

Goodbye, peaceful free days lazing about and having fun. It was time to kick up the training even further.

“Oh, but before you can do that...” Randy paused for dramatic effect as she tilted her head, curious as to what he had to say, “...You gotta go study your music notes first, remember? You won't get the chance to give your answer if the Golden Rakshasa murders you first!”

Fie cursed audibly as the so-called teacher laughed at her plight.

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Rean shook his head as he entered the dormitory in an effort to shake some of the lethargy from his tired body. It was already so late at night, but it felt like his work was never going to end. While the swordsman would say he thought he'd done an adequate job of adjusting to a teacher's lifestyle, nothing could have prepared him for the workload the past few days had saddled him with.

Preparing for a midterm exam was a lot more difficult than he could've possibly imagined.

Those hectic days when he was a student rushing to cram for his own tests were positively simple affairs compared to his current duties. Creating an exam that covered bits and pieces of everything they'd covered throughout the year was hard enough, but making sure the classes leading up to the tests went over that material without blatantly giving away what was on it was even more difficult.

And that was with Towa doing most of the work as liaison between the main and branch campuses! Were it not for her stepping up he could've had way more work!

A part of him envied his fellow graduate for her ability to handle everything so efficiently, but even her limitless enthusiasm seemed to be waning alongside her stamina. Randy in comparison seemed to be taking it in better stride, but Rean knew the former jaeger was running on coffee in the mornings, rum in the evenings, and both on the weekends. Even Instructor Michael's professionalism was beginning to wane.

Not Principal Aurelia though. That woman was as unfazed as ever.

Entering the dorm he couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the odd sight before him. Slumped over one of the tables was Fie, head buried in a book as she dozed peacefully. The few other students out and about seemed to take amusement in the situation as they gave his student a wide berth.

Deciding to take pity on the girl he got close, “Wake up, Fie.” She was always an alert sleeper, so he was surprised when she didn't stir. In fact it took three more attempts including a shake of her shoulder before the girl began to stir.

“Gah!” ...That was surprising enough, but what really caught him off guard was how freaked out she was as she woke, jolting straight up and looking around wildly, “Wha...?”

She seemed to calm down once her gaze met his, which meant she was alert enough to heed his words, “While I'm glad you're taking your studies so seriously, if you're falling asleep in your books you should go to bed.”

Fie blinked before looking down at the open book she had inadvertently used as a makeshift pillow, with comprehension leading to to an embarrassed flush adorning her face, “S-Sorry. Guess I was more tired than I thought?”

She still looked a little unsteady as she rose to her feet, which Rean found worrisome, “Are you alright? I know you like taping naps everywhere, but you usually aren't so... panicked when I wake you. Took a lot to get you up, too.”

The silver-haired girl blinked, seemingly searching for an answer to give, “Just a weird dream... I think?”

Rean nodded his head, but he couldn't help but think there was something more to that. Weird dreams don't usually lead to such a chaotic reaction. Still, it wasn't as if he had any say in the matter, “Well, if you say so. Just remember you can always talk to me if you need to, alright? I'm always here for you and the rest of Class VII, whether it's for tutoring or anything else.”

In all actuality that wasn't too bad an idea. He should let all of his precious little students know the offer was available. Perhaps he could convince them to partake in a group session after class? Sure Ash, Juna, and Fie might resist the idea at first, but he was confident if he could convince Kurt, Altina, and Musse that the others wouldn't want to be left behind.

There was nothing wrong with using peer pressure to get his students to study, right?

“Yeah...” Fie trailed off uncertainty. The reason for that probably had something to do with how her face suddenly flushed. The room was warm, sure, but that didn't explain why she was so red. Maybe she was sick? Worrisome. He'd definitely want to check up on her later.

The girl practically stumbled out of her seat – further worrying him as normally Fie was so agile – before making a move towards the stairs, “W-Well, I'm gonna take your advice and get out of here. Night.”

“Good night, Fie.” With her back turned he couldn't see her expression, but for some reason she once again froze a moment before resuming her escape, albeit this time at an even faster pace. How odd.

Only after she was gone did Rean realize she'd left her books and study materials behind in her haste to escape. He'd have to return them to her later. Bending down he scooped up all the materials, with curiosity compelling his eyes to roam across the pages in front of him.

“...What in Aidios' name is an accarezzevole?!”

He'd never admit it out loud but in that moment he was quite glad that music was relegated to a club activity when he was a main student.

Maybe he would ask Elliot the next time he called, as his musician friend was probably the only one capable of surviving in Principal Aurelia's class.

“...Originally I wanted to just do something simple for my classmates, but the longer I've been here the more friends I've made in other classes too, so now I kinda want to do something a little bigger. But I know that's beyond me so I was hoping we could do something as a club.”

Tita and Sandy shared a look, “You want to cook a feast for the entire campus?”

“I think it's a wonderful idea! A great way to celebrate the completion of exams.”

Although most club activities were suspended while the campus prepared for the upcoming tests the Cooking Club had decided to get together for a group studying session. A perfect time for Fie to unveil her plan to the others.

“Heh heh heh.” Freddy gave his signature terrifying laugh, “A feast sounds like fun. I have so many ideas in mind already...”

The other girls shared a nervous look, but Fie had already prepared for this threat, “I was actually hoping you'd be willing to help catch a bunch of fish. The river in town seems to be teeming with them and Rean told me you're really good at catching them. Some local herbs too, if you can pull it off.”

Normally Fie would gladly take the chance to catch her own fish, but if her sacrifice would be enough to protect her friends from Freddy's more unique dishes then it was a sacrifice she'd be willing to make.

“Oho! That sounds like a fun idea! My trusty trident and I will catch enough fish to feed the entire school!”

As soon as the survivalist glanced away Fie shot her other club members a cheerful thumbs up, which both girls returned with amused giggles.

“What else are you planning on making?” Tita asked curiously.

In response Fie pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of paper she'd been brainstorming ideas on. Items were scribbled all over the page, with more than a handful crossed out, “Don't mind the mess. I've been throwing ideas onto whenever I think up something. Trying to create a nice mix of things that I know I can make.”

The others read it over curiously, “This seems pretty doable, I think?” Tita mused aloud, “But that's a lot of ingredients we'll need...”

“Not a problem.” Sandy waved off her concern, “If we're doing it as a group I can just treat it as a club expense. The principal won't mind.”

Although the expression on Fie's face remained unchanged, internally she let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't even considered the possible cost of all that food.

“Alright, so we're all in agreement then?” They all nodded along to Sandy's words, causing her to clap her hands together excitedly, “Great! I think the free day after exams will be our best bet, but since I know you two will be busy with the Einhel Keep we should try and do what prep work we can on exam nights. That being said, I don't want us to do too much then because I want us all to keep studying for the tests. Got it?”

The club's unofficial leader tried to appear stern at the end, but Sandy was about as intimidating as Towa. Still, they all voiced their assent regardless.

“I guess that means we should return to this?” Tita pointed towards her open text that had gone ignored as they discussed cooking plans.

All in all the Cooking Club proved to be quite a good study group. Tita - unsurprisingly given her engineering profession – was a top five student in every subject save for Erebonian history. Sandy struggled a bit with the more martial classes, but was pretty great in economics, history, the arts, and anything else unrelated to combat.

Freddy was less a font of knowledge for Fie to exploit, but that was mostly because they shared similar strengths and weaknesses. Both were pretty much the opposite of Sandy – excelling at the combat and field related subjects while struggling at some of the other classes. Still, at the very least her eccentric club mate was truly a master at survival skills and thanks to him Fie was certain she'd never forget some of the more technical aspects of survival training, such as the best way to create a water filter from easily accessible materials.

But even if they had been the worst group to study with Fie wouldn't have cared one bit. Because studying with friends was a lot more enjoyable than studying alone. And as Tita started talking about how one of their math formulas was used in her engineering work to create the giant robots she piloted...

Yeah. This was pretty fun.

“T-The profit earned on the sale of an asset which has increased in value over time is called...?”

“Tch. For the last time, it's a capital gain.”

“O-Oh, right. Thank you, Ash.”