Chapter 35: Many Difficult Problems

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For that entire week and a half, I did nothing but train with the Blades of Chaos. I strategized how to use them, how far I needed to be away from my target to strike it with the very edge of the blade, and how I needed to move in order to cause fluid movement with both my body and the blades themselves. I could use the chains that held onto the blades to also give me a far deadlier combination of movements. All within that time frame, I also grew an extra ten pounds, which is still pretty underweight, but at least I didn't feel like I was frail as porcelain. I could even cause the flames to be roaring if I had used the blades enough.

Before you ask, yes. The chains are in fact burned into my forearms, and I can't get them off. No matter how hard I try, basically, the only way I could TRY to get them off... is to completely remove the part of my arm that's below the chain. And by that, I mean cut just above where the chain is. So recalling what Zero had said about the chains being able to be removed at will if the original creator was dead, it's still a big, fat lie because Ares is SOMEHOW still alive. That, or I'm not the servant of gods, which, HELLO, I was a human two years ago, and my mother nor father were of god material, but I really hope momma's a saint and Dad's the protector of the unfortunate children that have... gone young.

As for the second case, it was the Talon Bow and the Mystic Arrows, as I call them. Atreus, son of Kratos, had SOMEHOW given Zero his old bow, the basic one he starts with at the beginning of the God of War remake, along with the old quiver of both Light and Shock arrows, interchangeable at will. And to top it off, Ülfer Halp (or however you spell it), but I'm going to reject that term and call it Heavenly Wolf Call. I still have trouble trying to summon them, but I can get it in around three attempts. Limited time to use them and a roughly-two-minute cool-down, it's kind of tricky to use since the wolves have minds of their own. But I do find some use of them.

Now, times are a mess. We WERE going to go over the Big Score that Zero had said about, but SOMEONE *cough cough Spike* had to go and crash himself down the steps to the basement workshop and target range and dislocated his arm. Had to clear off the workbench and lay him on it, also hooking him up on a thing of blood supply. I'd ask him why he's a klutz, but he unfortunately knocked himself out on the way down. We all stood around him, hoping he'd be alright.

Ivan: Damn, two serious injuries within a seven week span, Spiky? You always DID say you were clumsy.

Emma: What now?

Me: Welp, I'm gonna go train. I need to do something about channeling the inner strength of the Chaos Flames.

Emma: I was hoping I could talk to you for a while, Travis. But, I guess you're going to go do that then.

Me: No no. I can talk to you if you want me to.

Emma: I mean, if you want to go train, more power to you. I'll just... I'm almost due, is all.

Me: Wait, how? It's only been, like 8 weeks.

Zero: Alright. I'll tell him. Travis, you know how long a dog takes to birth its pups, right?

Me: Just about 9 weeks. Why ask?

Emma: Yeah, so here's the thing. We're alike with humans AND our biological animal selves.

Me: So basically you're saying the birthing process is like a human's, while the time it takes is like basically a canine's?

Zero: That's basically the long and short of it.

Me: The girl can speak for herself, you know?

Zero: Well I'm sorry if you were the one to get her pregnant two months ago.

Me: Yeah, sure, you're a fucking hero. No wonder your name's Zero.

Zero: Excuse me?

Me: Dismissed. You may go now.

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