Did add a little bit to the end.
Enjoy!
Fred
**** **** ****
Local
Date and time: Monday 10 May 2011, 12:58
PM EDT
Location: H.M.C.S. Haida, Deck A12 Aft, Flag
Officer's Level,
"HONESTLY,
One-sama! Why do you keep DOING this to
people?!"
No,
I was not scared!
No,
sir! I wasn't scared at all!
She
just surprised me!
That's
it!
"Coming
in ki-cloaked like you always do to scare people out of their minds . .
.!"
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell
. . .
Okay! Okay!
You got me!
She
DID scare me!
But
hell!
Could
you blame a guy like me?!
"Not
caring at all that they might actually like to be treated kindly . . .!"
I'd
like to think that I am an experienced and well-trained metahuman warrior.
And
in truth – with no false modesty – I am well-trained and experienced.
But
DAMN . . .!
Nothing
I had ever encountered in all my years prepared me for THIS woman!
Or
was she . . .?
"You
have no sense of tact whatsoever! No
respect for people's feelings . . .!"
I
focused my mage-sight on what I had to assume was Hiromi's sister Negako.
The
result . . .
OH
– MY – DEAR – GOD!
Shit! No WONDER people tended to think of this
woman as a goddess brought to Earth!
With
that mana node of power – or WHATEVER it was! – infused into each and every one
of her cells . . .!
Never
mind the knowledge and battle skills I sensed she had.
She
was like a living LIBRARY of battle knowledge forced into the body of a twenty-something girl from Japan!
No
one I knew of was anything CLOSE to what this woman was like!
Who
on Earth would . . .?
"Are
you quite finished, Hiromi?"
Both
Hiromi and I jolted on hearing Negako's question. As I looked on the newcomer's face with my
own eyes, I was quick to sense the flash of annoyance there. "One-sama no baka . . .!" my host
then spat out before she turned to get back to her homework.
As
I gazed on Hiromi as she moved to sulk, I then felt Negako's dark eyes focus on
me for a moment. "Come,
Douglas," she bade. "Hiromi
once again refuses to allow herself to properly see what people are truly
like." As I heard a hurt snarl from
Hiromi, I was quick to sense the bare fleck of a smile cross her sister's
face. "You have expressed concern
with Mizuho and her being bonded to the Staff of Gihan. Despite all my knowledge and experience,
there are things concerning that type of device I cannot properly teach
her. Your experience with metahumans of
various types will be of great benefit to her.
We will discuss this matter over lunch.
Follow me."
I
felt my legs move to her command before I could think to do what she asked.
Damn!
What
the HELL was I getting myself into here . . .?!
To be continued . . .
Enjoy!
Fred
**** **** ****
Local
Date and time: Monday 10 May 2011, 12:58
PM EDT
Location: H.M.C.S. Haida, Deck A12 Aft, Flag
Officer's Level,
"HONESTLY,
One-sama! Why do you keep DOING this to
people?!"
No,
I was not scared!
No,
sir! I wasn't scared at all!
She
just surprised me!
That's
it!
"Coming
in ki-cloaked like you always do to scare people out of their minds . .
.!"
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell
. . .
Okay! Okay!
You got me!
She
DID scare me!
But
hell!
Could
you blame a guy like me?!
"Not
caring at all that they might actually like to be treated kindly . . .!"
I'd
like to think that I am an experienced and well-trained metahuman warrior.
And
in truth – with no false modesty – I am well-trained and experienced.
But
DAMN . . .!
Nothing
I had ever encountered in all my years prepared me for THIS woman!
Or
was she . . .?
"You
have no sense of tact whatsoever! No
respect for people's feelings . . .!"
I
focused my mage-sight on what I had to assume was Hiromi's sister Negako.
The
result . . .
OH
– MY – DEAR – GOD!
Shit! No WONDER people tended to think of this
woman as a goddess brought to Earth!
With
that mana node of power – or WHATEVER it was! – infused into each and every one
of her cells . . .!
Never
mind the knowledge and battle skills I sensed she had.
She
was like a living LIBRARY of battle knowledge forced into the body of a twenty-something girl from Japan!
No
one I knew of was anything CLOSE to what this woman was like!
Who
on Earth would . . .?
"Are
you quite finished, Hiromi?"
Both
Hiromi and I jolted on hearing Negako's question. As I looked on the newcomer's face with my
own eyes, I was quick to sense the flash of annoyance there. "One-sama no baka . . .!" my host
then spat out before she turned to get back to her homework.
As
I gazed on Hiromi as she moved to sulk, I then felt Negako's dark eyes focus on
me for a moment. "Come,
Douglas," she bade. "Hiromi
once again refuses to allow herself to properly see what people are truly
like." As I heard a hurt snarl from
Hiromi, I was quick to sense the bare fleck of a smile cross her sister's
face. "You have expressed concern
with Mizuho and her being bonded to the Staff of Gihan. Despite all my knowledge and experience,
there are things concerning that type of device I cannot properly teach
her. Your experience with metahumans of
various types will be of great benefit to her.
We will discuss this matter over lunch.
Follow me."
I
felt my legs move to her command before I could think to do what she asked.
Damn!
What
the HELL was I getting myself into here . . .?!
To be continued . . .
Canadian lighthouse to U.S. Warship approaching it: "This is a lighthouse. Your call!"