5- WE ARE SO DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN

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*HERE I'M *

Imperial Castle -Archades 706 High Valendiano *

 The Amira rose from the port of Balfoheim as it positioned north to Archades from where it came. Reddas knew well what kind of commitments the girl called, but he did not say anything if he could talk would have said his dissent for that decision taken.

The airship of Chantal darted off into the skies of Ivalice without leaving any shreds behind it, for the young bounty hunter it was essential to reach the capital of the empire as quickly as possible. The Amira was an unbeatable airfield in any field, even Balthier's Strhal could not stand comparison.

Chantal hoped not to arrive at the rendezvous with Judge Magister Gabranth, pushed the ship beyond the speed limits, it was an inaudible thing and yet with great skill Chantal managed to handle with a steady hand that splinter of his airship.

It arrived earlier than expected. Chantal immediately got ready to go down while some imperial soldiers welcomed him, the girl briefly bowed but wasted no time, immediately hurried her steps towards the armory where she would meet the judge.

The young woman felt a little agitated by the mad rush she had just made, she had now reached the imposing door of the armory, she was about to cross the threshold when Judge Gabranth found herself in front.

Judge Magister, feeling footsteps approaching the room, turned slowly, so that he could calmly observe who would enter. The figure of the judge moved almost mechanically, as if there were some strange mechanical quirk in moving that armor.

Chantal stared at the mighty figure of the judge before entering the room, made a small bow just mentioned apologizing for the delay, Gabranth said nothing.

-Please apologize for my delay Judge Gabranth not ..- Chantal was about to finish the sentence when the judge interrupted her by raising his hand, then continuing to observe her replied to save the usual pleasantries. Judge Gabranth was a very unusual judge compared to all his colleagues, he was very quiet and distant with everyone, he never let glimpse what he felt or what he thought. He was highly professional and much more competitive than his colleagues.

-Nothing or ceremonies ... Chantal! With me they do not need ... - said the man turning to the girl, in a harsh and severe tone.

"Sorry ..." he just said the girl looking at the judge.

-Then soon get ready in a few minutes we will begin to train ... I hope you are ready- the judge remembers you to prepare for the lesson of fencing, in which he would have to measure with him.

Gabranth had been giving fencing lessons to Chantal for nearly two years, taking his training as a future judge to heart. Gabranth had taken Chantal under his protection making her his right arm.

It began between the girl and the judge had not been the best, and that collaboration had not been all pink and flowers, had many friction this non-saturating everything continued to be there.

Gabranth had to think again about his assistant's skills, as he had met Chantal he had convinced himself that the girl had the best potential as a judge, from here he decided to take her with him and teach her everything he knew.

For Chantal, the figure of Judge Gabranth was very important to her, for her it was an example to follow with respect to all the other judges who could not define them with such.

While the judge was speaking to her, Chantal observed in him a certain hint of nervousness masked by her usual apparent calm. Chantal knew quite well the mind of the judge for whom he sometimes worried, but he knew well that the judge was very reluctant to show his emotions and to be approached.

The girl understood that man very well, he found it very similar to her in some ways.

Chantal followed closely the judge, sensing that there was something strange, he found it very different from the usual. Gabranth was too restless and nervous, had been a few times when Chantal had seen him so angry and annoyed.

- You are not in a position to fight Gabranth! Your mind is too nervous. You should keep calm down. "Chantal bravely ventured directly to Gabranth.

-How should I calm down according to you? - the judge replied harshly.

At the judge's question, the girl did not answer, she did not know what to answer, but after a brief moment of silence Chantal replied to him -... I feel you are more upset, and it concerns something painful. Something that if you think about it still hurts you now, "he said in a rather worried voice.

The huma wondered how he felt what he felt, he could not give himself an answer, that girl escaped his logic. When he was convinced he had understood it, she was able to surprise him again, she knew how to support and anticipate him, the judge wondered how Chantal succeeded.

-That's so Chantal ... some questini is better not to take them.- Gabranth said without a break turning from behind.

-Your choice is wrong ... - the girl pointed out in a rather stiff voice, while she lowered her gaze, moving it elsewhere as if what she had perceived in the judge had somehow influenced her.

Gabrenth looked at her silently, did not know what to answer while another part of him did not want to give any explanation. The judge did not want to take any painful remembrance, but just thinking about it hurt him, he knew that the road he had chosen was wrong and yet he had nothing left but the hatred and despair that had long been his companions in life.

Judge Magister took a few steps toward Chantal, briefly overtaking her, just turned his head toward her when it was enough to glimpse the outline, suggieredole not to be too much trouble for him.

-Do not worry. They are nightmares of the past that I have already faced and defeated once. The training is postponed until tomorrow. Be punctual.-

Gabranth seemed to be calmer and less restless than before, but Chantal saw him more and more distant, colder and closed within himself. The girl knew that the judge did not like being approached.

It was useless for Gabranth to try to hide his uneasiness, which he hid through the hatred he felt for the empire, the judge had become the prisoner of a role he did not like and which he strangely carried on, but at what price?

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