Report III: Lesson One

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The purpose of this room is decidedly obvious; the floor is covered in a thin black mat and blunted weapons hang neatly from one of the walls. Tseng himself stands roughly in the middle of the room, dressed down to his undershirt and his hair tied neatly at the back of his neck. The bench near the wall of weapons holds the rest of his uniform and gun.

He rolls a shoulder, moving in to a few stretches as he waits. Training courses were important, whether it be the introduction or a refresher with someone who'd been fighting their whole life. He'd been assigned to administer this assessment and was now simply waiting for the other to show up.

Five more minutes and they'd be late.