User blog:Baluar/Spin off returns: chapter 10



TIMESKIIIIIP! Lol, I'm really weird.



4 years later...

It seems as if my life was left in the works: for years, I have had a relatively normal life, which is a lot to say in Far East Branch. It's almost as if my life was a story left unchecked for a long time [lol]...

I prepare myself for the mission at hand, choosing Julia as my companion. Unfortunately, Baluar is around while I choose the quest, and he never misses the chance to bother me.

-So, you were saying you had no preferences, right Sergeant? - I can't avoid a sigh.

-Not again... - He laughs in my face.

-There's no problem in pairing up with someone who you know and fight well with, Danny. Now go! I want those Gboros dead by dawn.

-You don't need to tell me twice. - I go tell Julia.

In the room...

-Juliaaa!

-Yes, love? - She answers. I sigh.

-I told you not to call me like that a thousand times.

-You won't convince me even if you said it a trillion times.

-Sometimes I wonder why I don't ask to move to a different room... - I complain in a whisper. She seems to hear a bit though.

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