User blog:Baluar/Ready? Here we have... Chaaaapteeer 4!

Lyrr, this one is for you. Hahahaha, I should've posted this decades ago.

Enjoy! Or do whatever you want, really. This is a free world.

I get up very early, and my first act (other than clothing up and having breakfast, of course. I’m still human…mostly) is going to Alisa’s tent, only to find her sleeping. While she wasn’t doing anything in particular, I am idiotized. Luckily enough, my sister comes seconds after and, after toying with me a little while, says:

-Well, I’ve got lots of good news! First off, we’re returning in a couple of hours. It seems we won’t have to worry about undoing the tents, so we can return to home by plane in a few hours. Second, guess who gotten himself transferred to the Far East Branch? – I can’t help but get really surprised when I find out Robb got transferred to our branch, especially believing that he might have had some friends in his own branch. Nevertheless, I become really happy with the info.

He comes not long after, and we begin to speak. When I ask if he doesn’t have any friend on his own branch, he speaks with a face that shows no happiness:

-Well, I don’t really have any friends there, y’know. So, when I finally met a good friend (and what friend, huh? Baluar, the best-of-the-best guy, the hero of the Antarctica mission!), I decided to go where he goes. If it’s on the other side of the world, so be it!

I can’t help but admire such an innocent spirit. He’s really young (14 years old, 3 less than me), so I’m surprised he’s already an Assault Sergeant. At any rate, after a short while, Alisa wakes up and leaves the tent, event after which we quickly leave into the plane. We expect to return home quickly, only to find out we’re last again. Oh for god’s sake.

Well, the travel isn’t nearly as boring as the previous one. It is actually quite fun: we spend quite a while speaking, Nia, Alisa, Robb and me. Afterwards, when we’re about to arrive, I instinctively place my hand over Alisa’s (contiguous seats) and she gives me a charming look. However, upon distracting for a second, I see the last thing I wanted to see: a Corrosive Hannibal, and a very large one (and when I say very large I mean HUGE). The plane quickly arrives to the Den and I scream orders so I can go off to fight the monster alone. Everyone begs me to come to reason and allow Nia, Alisa, Lindow or anyone to help me, but I remain rock-solid on my decision.

Although I only hear “good-bye” and “good luck” for quite a while, and I was just about to spend a while with Alisa, I only can center my thoughts on one thing: “Who did ever say this job was boring?”