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[So, the Republic of Albion. For whatever reason and whatever traumas that lead them here, word of god has decreed that Our Heroes are at the military academy there. That said, as with any other school full of teenagers, there's definitely a hierarchy among the students...and as it turns out, the pretty upperclassman who is responsible for the sudden, sharp uptick in the visitor curfew at the girls' dormitory being obeyed is dominating the practice rooms. We're not sure why she's spent the better part of the afternoon defeating students at swordplay, but she's run through both the fencing and kendo teams, and is standing there in the center of the room looking magnificently bored.]

...Is that really all? Is there no one who can provide me even a decent challenge?

[Clearly, an intervention, or failing that, a new challenger is required.]

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It's not unfathomable...but the systems are vast. If nothing else, a tour with the merchant fleets would be valuable life experience.

[She does laugh, though.] You've got time to chose, don't you? It isn't though you're going to be locked into one decision for the rest of your life.

Opportunities are sometimes rare, though. And what of you? What will you do, when you have finished your time in this academy? You do not seem the sort to idle her days away.

...Well, let's just say there's some people I have to find, and leave it at that for today, alright?

I understand the need to look for the missing as well. That much, we have in common.

[The pause here is roughly translated to "...Nah, his parents can't be missing to, that would be a frankly absurd level of coincidence.]

To be honest, I haven't put much thought into what happens after that. It's reckless, I know, but...it's hard to think of anything but that goal.

So much was lost in the troubles. Things, people... families. I imagine it must have been hard for a scion of the Riou family.

[He looks up at the sky.]

But I wouldn't want to presume what your problems are.

You must have plenty of your own trouble, no need to go worrying about mine.

[...Peering down at the courtyard.]

...For instance, I believe that's the remains of your club being shanghai'd by the theatre club down there.

They're pretty bad about that.

[He'll turn to look down, though, and see what the hell is going on.]

You'd think swordsmen could hold their own against other clubs. Then again, they couldn't beat an amateur...

I'm not.

[Snickering.] My brother trained me. You might notice, the fencing club's trophies have his name on them?

You've still got minimal training and were working on pure reaction and instinct. In a real fight, against a trained opponent, you would be in trouble.

You could just say I'm too slow for the style I was taught, I'm a big girl, I can take it.

[Grinning a little.] I'd say it sounds like you're offering to teach, but if your club's any indication...

Well, the club, I can only push so hard, and most of them take lessons elsewhere or are self-taught. If you really wish for me to teach you...

[He scratches is chin.]

I'm sure we could work out something.

I would be happy to.

[Now let us smile like dopes at each other.]

...Do we need to rescue the club first or are they on their own?

They're on their own. They tend to wind up helping the other clubs regularly anyways... It is of no especial concern, really.

I thought I should make sure. [Stretching.]

...It may seem a bit odd with my reputation, but if we're to find a time for such training, I keep my full schedule in my room.

We can head that way and figure it out, then. The rest of my day is free now.

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