HUNTER

iii. to introduce

introduce

• to bring something, especially a product, measure, or concept, into use or operation for the first time

• make someone or something known by name to another in person

"Hello. I am Princess Deliasse. Please wait in a line to sign the Contract of training. Once you sign, you are ready to introduce yourself to me; and let me know you and your potential. By signing, you agree that if you are the one to win, you will devote the next 5 years to me.

"Without signing, you are unable to participate. The winner will be granted thousands." I direct from the stage. There are 10 copies of the Contract, to space out the lines. Although the lines are messy, I wouldn't expect anything better from men. I hate men.

My therapist diagnosed me with androphobia- the fear of men. Dr. Blæ is a female, and she said that the phobia of another gender was quite rare now, after the burning. This made me feel worse for being sexist, more sexist than I am, and she corrected herself for the wrong wording.
I don't think that's right for a therapist, but I let it slide.

I just hate the way they move. I hate the way they talk. I hate their jokes, too. I hate the way they think they're tough. I hate the way they think they can't be weak. They are. If they seriously hide themselves for society, that's the weakest thing I've heard of. The way men pepper themselves up for women. The way they flirt. They way they flex their arm. They creep me out. They enrage me. The feelings that boil up inside me when I think of boys in men are seemingly indescribable; I can't bear being around them. I'm going to have to deal with it for the next 5 entire years I'm stuck with my trainer.

And I'm stuck here with the most men I've ever seen in my life.

Paps, the father with a royal bloodline, stands up. "You shall sign the intent that the less wealthy people are the first in training. So please include your yearly salary in the Contract. If it is detected that there is a signature with the salary box empty, you are eliminated. This is mandatory."

Paps gave more instructions as the people signed the Contract on the screeneries, sensitive paper-like material, with coding and electrons that can do almost anything. In the setup of the Contract, an iusto will sign, enter their yearly salary, and other information in, and then the contract will take a millisecond to process the information into an entirely different tab. And then the signatures of that tab of the Contract will arrange itself in the order that the poorest are first, and the richest last. 

My job is to wait. I can yell at random people if I wish, but I don't see the point. And I can veto anyone specifically I don't want for them to sign, and they must sign a different contract that has them leave and never return. If I did that to anyone I wanted, there would be no Contract, so Paps and Dad told me to stay away from rejecting. 

Some countless females and non-binaries want to train me, and countless females and non-binaries that are capable of smashing these tough men to bits, as well as countless females and non-binaries I would love to be trained by. Alas, there is a reason that the Contract rejects them; some of the toughest girls and genderqueers are kind.

They give you a 5-minute break if you're on the verge of crying or death. They protect you a bit too well. And that is bad for my training. The rule was made about 5 years after the world burn when a princess was assigned someone who was genderqueer, and her training got loose, because the non-binary had been through a lot of sexism from before the world burn. This person was replaced by the princess's best friend.

So her training went bad, and she got killed by a princess from Greece on her second mission.

Paps said he wanted me to be trained by a female or genderqueer, too, but rules are rules.