The 100 Operators Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really love you

Chapter 10

*Authors note*

So, I am testing out a way on changing the point of view and warning the readers of it at the same time. I don't really know if I should do it like this or stick with like how I did with my Final Dawn fic. Oh yeah, thank you Administrator and Zet4 for the information, also don't worry, Ashura will be able to hold his ground in a battle.

*1233 hours Kal'tsit's office*

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this impromptu call, Mr. Wei Yenwu?"

"No need for the pleasantries, Miss Kal'tsit. We are well beyond that by this point, no?"

"Unfortunately, I have to disagree; after our last meeting ended in failure, after all."

"Ah yes, the Doctor; such a shame that he fell in such an undignified manner. Why, it's such a tragedy, I have the materials he requested hanged in my office as a –"

"Enough. Tell me the reason for this call, lest I terminate it."

"Hmph. Fine, a massive influx of refugees have appeared in Lungmen's doorstep, and sightings of the newly infamous group "Reunion" have been seen among their ranks. I want to hire Rhodes Island."

"...For what, exactly?"

"That... Is something we need to discuss face to face. Don't worry, I am willing to give you the materials and a few extra for Rhodes Island help."

"...Time?"

"A week from now."

"Hmm?"

"Of course, Lungmen needs to take care of her own problems without any outside help. If she can't handle it by the end of the week, I will call you for the meeting."

"N-"

"I will throw in 10000 LMD for the trouble, no matter if you accept or not, with another 10000, alongside the materials and the extra at the end if you choose to accept."

"...30000 LMD. Each."

"...Deal." Click.

Kal'tsit clicks her teeth as she puts down her phone on her desk before leaning back in her chair. She sighs before picking up a folder, labeled with the word classified, that was stacked on the top of other folders.

"Now... Back to trying to figure out him..." Kal'tsit mutters as she takes out the content from the folder. The most eye-catching of the content would be the picture of Ashura, wearing the Doctor's clothes but with his hood down, looking at the camera with lifeless eyes while his brown hair is covering his forehead.

*1415 hours Training Hall 5 Inside Of Rhodes Island*

"So, dost thou want to spar?"

"...I know we are in a training hall and all, but I just came out from being frozen not even a week ago, you know."

Atalanta snorts at Ashura's sarcasm as they enter the training hall meant for operators with more destructive Arts that want to spar with each other. She glances around, seeing that no one else is there at the moment; she summons her bow and notches an arrow before pulling it back, though it is only a quarter pull.

"All the more reason to spar; thou need practice in order to defend yourself and being frozen is not an excuse to not do it."

"But- Oh fine, no need to stare at me like that. Only light, actually very very light spar, ok?"

Atalanta sighs before dispelling her bow, "Fine. Be right back as I go get the sparring sword."

"...Claymore?"