0430 came crashing in like a wave of pure pain, my body still aching from yesterday's matches. Ether reinforcement could only do so much in a day.
I forced myself to get up quietly, putting on my combat fatigues and tidying my station. The bunks were silent except for the sound of snoring and people turning in their sleep. Everyone trying to get as much rest and recovery as possible. I left as quietly as I could.
The yard was dark. Eridani's twin moons hung low on the horizon, casting light of rust and ice that danced across the training yard walls. The pre-dawn air bit deep into my bones as I suppressed a light shiver.
Jin waited on the far end of the ground, already waiting.
"You're late," she said.
"It's 0428."
"I said 0430. And I've been here since 0415."
"That makes you early, not me late."
She rolled her eyes, her lips tugging upwards almost imperceptibly.
"Warm up. Then we figure out how not to embarrass ourselves."
The practice was rough, even if it was just against training dummies.
I called an approach, the left flank, a staggered entry where we would both move. Jin moved before I finished the call. Her burst acceleration launched her forward while I was still setting up. She arrived alone, struck the dummy causing it to ding out. However, she would have been flanked by any competent opponent covering the right.
"You moved too early," I said.
"You called too late."
On the next reset, the timing improved, but the rhythm was wrong — mechanical rather than intuitive. A beat too long to use in an actual fight.
"You're trying to control my movement," Jin said.
"I'm not trying to cont— I'm just trying to coordinate us."
"No, you're trying to control. There's a difference." She dropped her guard and faced me. "In the squad, you called positions, and people moved to them. That worked because you had six bodies with Ren and Tomás feeding you data; you didn't have time to go through every little detail. Now you have just me, and you're overthinking it. "
"Yeah, until you went off and did your own thing."
"It worked out in the end didn't it?"
I sighed at the response.
"Fine, so how do we do this then?" I asked.
"Tell me where the pattern breaks or where the gap will be. Don't tell me how, or the approach. I'll find my own way there."
"Alright, let's give it a go. Let's run it."
And so we drilled it, over and over. "Now." "Wait." "Left side, half-second." Short. Urgent. The when and the where without the how.
She was faster when she didn't have to think about approach angles. What she needed from me was timing.
The exhibition's second day began at 0800. The arena was reconfigured — I felt it the moment we entered the staging area. The air moved differently. More open. The walls from yesterday's terrain had been reduced to scattered low cover, knee-height barriers you couldn't hide behind, only crouch. The sightlines stretched uncomfortably long. Phase two seemingly favoured mobility over position.
Jin's kind of arena.
The stands were thinner than yesterday. But the sponsor section had multiplied—more holographic projections, several at higher resolutions. The Tiernan section was unchanged. I made myself look away.
There's more sponsors than the original itinerary suggested, I guess this batch are driving some interest.
Fight one.
PAIR 34 (TIERNAN / JIN) vs PAIR 14 (BARRACKS 4)
D-Grades. Mid-twenties in level. A tanker and a striker. The tanker draws attention while the striker circles for the kill.
The horn sounded.
The tanker advanced and immediately moved into Rotation Three— the defensive variant. I read the setup and called the striker's flanking angle. "Striker — right, three seconds."
Jin launched at the tanker. She threw out several quick blows, some landing and some hitting solely the guard, the damage he received was minimal as he moved clockwise feeding Jin into the direction of the striker. I was slow behind Jin, not able to quite join the fight in time.
"Striker right!"
Except the striker wasn't where I'd called. He'd read Jin's bait— watched her use the tanker and adjusted. Instead of flanking right, he came straight up the middle through the gap Jin had created by committing to what I'd said.
I pushed forwards as fast as I could to either generate a threat or stop Jin from getting tag teamed. Jin was mid-accelleration and landed in the spot where the striker had just been, he was instead now directly in front of me. Cutting me off from the fight.
His first strike caught me across the forearm — the crack of knuckle on bone loud enough to echo off the low barriers.
I stumbled back. The gravel shifted wrong under my heel, the open arena's loose surface nothing like the packed dirt of the training yard. He pressed. Two more exchanges, compact combinations of fists and low kicks. Each impact vibrated up through my guard and into the shoulder joint.
"Marcus — down!" Jin's voice.
I dropped. Jin's acceleration carried her over the space where my head had been. She tagged the striker from an angle he didn't see a moment ago. I followed up with a low, striking out to his stomach, while shrugging off a blow to my ribs caused by the tank who had moved to assist, no longer taken up by Jin. I held a few more blows while Jin finished off the striker.
The tanker lasted another thirty seconds alone, overwhelmed by the combination of Jin and I.
"Elimination — Pair 34 takes the match."
[XP GAINED: 34]
We'd won. But the striker reading Jin's commitment and punishing my bad call had laid my poor judgement bare.
The staging area was cool compared to the arena — the corridor walls holding the morning's chill. The bench was metal, cold enough to feel through fatigues. Twenty minutes between rounds. The crowd noise filtered through the walls as a low, directionless hum.
"That was sloppy," Jin said.
"Agreed."
"I saw the striker adjusting before he came up the middle. The weight shift and change of direction — it was there for maybe a quarter-second." She stretched her ribs. The wince small and controlled. "I didn't call it because we hadn't considered my input. That nearly cost you your teeth."
She was right. The training had fixed who called and who moved. The fight had revealed that the caller also needed to receive.
"Both directions," I said.
"Both directions. When I see something mid-burst, you need to hear it. And when you hear it, trust it over your own read."
"Even when it contradicts what I'm seeing?"
"Especially then. Two angles are better than one, even when they disagree."
[Fight two.]
PAIR 34 (TIERNAN / JIN) vs PAIR 9 (BARRACKS 3)
The Barracks 3 leader we fought in phase one; they knew us. They'd watched us, and they had a grudge.
The horn sounded.
They came in coordinated. The leader directed with hand signals while her partner advanced through the low cover. Using the open ground to deny Jin blind angles.
"They're herding me left," I called. "Partner cutting off the east lane."
"Leader's weight is wrong." Jin's voice, mid-movement. "Favours, right side."
The ribs, she was compensating from phase one. Her guard sat higher on the right.
"Go right."
Jin went. My legs moved before the thought completed — her call shifting my positioning instinctively, my body covering the retreat angle the leader would need.
The leader found me instead of open ground. The surprise cost her a beat, and Jin had arrived. A burst of speed, a flash of a grin, and a swift kick to the jaw caused her to fall quickly.
Her partner adjusted — he'd watched the combined read dismantle his leader and was already changing his approach. He came faster and more aggressively, like a cornered rat.
It almost worked. He caught Jin between transitions — a strike that landed on her guard arm hard enough to stagger her sideways. I called "left, recovering" and Jin used the stagger's momentum to spin a kick into the opening I'd identified.
The partner's guard searched for the pattern in our response. There wasn't one to find. Two people making it up together looked different from two people executing a plan. Less clean. Harder to predict.
Three more exchanges. Each one feeding both directions — Jin calling physical tells, my pattern-read adjusting in real time. On the last exchange, his guard dropped a fraction, and I heard Jin's boots bite gravel behind him before the impact landed.
He went down.
"Elimination — Pair 34 takes the match."
[XP GAINED: 41]
The staging area after the second fight was quiet.
Jin sat beside me, close enough to hear her breathing slow. The ice pack on her ribs. The metal bench cold through our fatigues.
She adjusted the pack — shifting it two centimetres left, finding the exact spot where the bruise sat deepest. The same precision she brought to fighting. The same care she'd used adjusting Hsu's elbow yesterday. I watched her hands do the small, careful work and realised I wasn't keeping a tally of how much damage she'd sustained, I was just watching her.
Quiet stretched between us.
Jin pulled the ice pack from her ribs. Set it on the bench. Looked at the arena entrance.
"My brother tested B-Grade," she said. "When we were kids. He went into the upper programme. And that was that. Gone. No letters. No messages. Just — gone."
She paused.
"Then I sit at a table for six months with someone. Eat paste. Train. Watch him fight like he's got nothing to lose. And one day a name shows up on a board, and it turns out he had a whole world I didn't know about. The same—"
Her jaw tightened.
"And I thought — here we go again."
My chest constricted.
"I know you're not him. I know the situations are different. I know." She looked at me. "But you're from that same world, Marcus, and I'm worried I'll lose another to it."
Marcus. Not Tiernan.
"I hear you, but I'm not part of that world anymore," I said.
Jin looked at me for a long time, searching for something. I didn't know what to give, how to respond, how to react. Eventually, she broke eye contact, stood and stretched out her side.
"Marcus."
"Yeah?"
"Why do you fight?"
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Iterational Index: 1
Names are given names are sown,
The Shepherd's harvest carefully grown.
But the one who bears no thread,
Moves among the counted dead.
Still remembering what was taken,
named and graded, yet unshaken.
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