PRISM: AFTER [0]

(I) TACTICAL PLANNING: REVIVED, ALIVE

[TACTICAL PLANNING: REVIVED, ALIVE]

"Sorry? Like, right after this?" Yuka spoke, in shock.

"Yeah. Sorry for the short notice. You can go get ready in the meanwhile." Silas replied as he walks out the door to find his

brother.

"Well well! Let's go downstairs to the training grounds, shall we? We can discuss there while we wait for Silas." Demeter asked, as she takes Yuka's hand to show her the way. "Mmhm. Let us get going," Reagan added.

After going down the 2 flights of stairs, they finally reach the training grounds. The training grounds was quiet, however the gentle air caused the armor and equipment nearby to clank slowly.

"I'm going to go pick out some equipment for this mock battle. Yuka, do you have any weapon preferences?" Reagan asked as he makes his way over to the room full of equipment nearby.

"Don't have any, but I suppose a gun or sword will do."

Yuka sighs as she slowly crouches on the brick floor. Then again, all this is a lot to take in.

"Are you nervous, Yuka?" Demeter asks.

"Not really, just a bit overwhelmed by all this."

"Aw.. if you need anything, just tell me and Reagan, okay? We'll help. You're still new to everything, after all."

"Mm.. you have a point. Thanks." Yuka replied, as she slowly gets up from the floor.

Just as she gets up, Reagan walks up to the two with an axe, a claymore, and sword in hand. He hands the axe to the blonde girl next to you, and hands you the sword.

The sword's blade is made out of steel. It's polished yet used. It seemed so light in Reagan's hands, but attempting to swing it, Yuka realizes its much heavier than it seemed. The design of it seemed like it was made for training. It's hilt is made from metal yet it's padded to provide comfort. The same goes for the claymore and axe Reagan and Demeter was holding. It seemed like training weapons.

Taken in by the reflection on the blade, Yuka blanks out for a moment before she gets tapped on the shoulder by Silas.

"Hey, it's time. You should start briefing us after this." Silas spoke with an axe in hand.

"Right. What are we.."

Yuka stopped talking as she saw a group of 4, walking in their direction. She scans their attire and weapons, trying to deduce what role they'd fill in a war.

"Don't look at them too hard, Yuka."

"I won't, I'm just observing them."

One of them walk closer to Yuka and the team. He lets out a smile as he says,

"Good luck." The man's gaze is directed torwards Reagan, but he also glances at everyone else.

He walks back quickly, as another man calls for him to return.

"Alright, Yuka. Let's discuss." Silas spoke, waiting for Yuka to start.

"Well.. They seem like the flanking kind. Silas, stay alert of the backline to make sure their flank attempt doesn't go through, Demeter and Reagan, please stay in front to counter the attacks of the woman with armor and the guy with the hammer."

They nod in agreement, and move to the spots Yuka asked them to stay in.

Afterwards, a black haired man with glasses walked out of the formation raising his hand.

"Silas, is your team ready?"

"Sure is. Let's get this over with already."