Ozania Odyssey

Chapter 41: Training Begins! Preparation For The Great Battle!

After Rai finishes speaking, a thick silence hangs in the meeting room. Navar's hands tremble with anger as he balls them into fists. "I don't believe it. Why would Ozania do such a thing?"

"The Ozania, which caused the genocide of the elves and goblins, differs from the one that exists today. It was because of the great Reymont King leading a rebellion Rozar's reign ended," says Rai.

"If these events happened, how in the world haven't we heard about it?" asks Juyon.

"The time of Rozar's rule has been erased from all records, as it was a huge black mark on such a prosperous empire as Ozania. It may not have been the best way to go about things, but, It was necessary to keep face amongst the other great factions within the universe."

"Yeah, but I'm still trying to figure out why none of you thought to tell Ol Overlord that the Ozania that did those things to him differs from the one now," says Seiju.

"We had no way of communicating with him, Seiju."

Rai strides down the floor ramp and makes his way to the exit. "I wish I could tell you all more, but I have duties I must attend to. You all have a good day."

"Ok, now that Rai's gone, we'll brief you all on what will happen. The Ozania Training division and Admiral Bartholomew are preparing for a full-scale invasion on Molorx. These preparations will take a week, giving you all that set time to train and prepare," says Bushiyon.

"Is it Ozania-mandated training?" asks Juyon.

"No, how you train will be entirely up to you," says 499.

"Questions?" asks Bushiyon.

"..."

"Good, you're all dismissed."

The meeting concludes, and everyone leaves the room, their voices fading away as they go their separate ways for their training. Navar and Miri arrive at the shuttle bay of The Ark, the sound of the transport ship's engines humming in the background. "So, what should we do with a full week of trainin'?" asks Navar.

"Let's spar with each other every day. That should surely help us become stronger for this battle."

Navar's face glows with a triumphant grin. "Good, you're on!"

Navar and Miri arrive back at Evac-12 and enter a thick forest, the air filled with the musty smell of damp soil and the distant call of wildlife. "Ah, this looks like a good spot to train," says Navar.

Miri shifts her weight back and forth, her hands searching her pockets until she pulls out a creased piece of paper with a series of tally marks. "Luckily, while we were in the hospital, I snagged Jax's tallies."

"Really? What's the score?"

Miri untangles the paper and squints to read the score. "I have 41 wins. You have 39."

Upon hearing the result, Navar angrily stomps his foot in the soft, damp forest dirt. "No way that's true! I swear I beat you more times than you beat me!"

"Ah, that's too bad. The ass kickings I gave you over the years made you lose your memory."

Navar unsheathes his sword and assumes a fighting stance, the blade glinting in the light. "Oh, now you wanna trash talk, bet? Let's fight!"

Miri slides her two daggers in her wrist slots and then readies a battle stance. "You got it."

Navar and Miri run toward each other, and their weapons clash together with a loud clang. The shockwaves ripple through the air, and a shower of sawdust and splinters rain down as the trees fall.