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Your body moved with fluid precision, every muscle and nerve in sync as you lunged forward, eyes narrowing in on potential targets. You didn't waste a single breath, each one held as you focused solely on the next shot. The adrenaline surged through your veins, sharpening your senses and heightening your awareness to every sound, every movement around you.
As the final target emerged, your reflexes kicked in with unerring speed. You pulled the trigger of your rifle, a burst of laser energy slicing through the air, obliterating the target and leaving nothing behind but a smoldering stick, standing alone in the distance.
You exhaled sharply, your chest heaving as the tension of the moment subsided. Slowly, the world around you came back into focus, and your gaze settled on a familiar figure, (Y/Bff), lounging casually in a foldable chair, sunglasses perched on her nose as she sipped her lemon juice. Beside her, Soshiro stood tall, his expression inscrutable, yet his eyes betrayed his thoughts,
'She's insanely good. No wonder the Captain wants her to become a platoon leader.'
The intercom crackled to life, breaking the silence. "Umiha Hibino in 1 minute, highest estimated unleashed combat power... 65%!"
"I guess there's no way to lower it," you mused, frustration gnawing at you as you recalled how (Y/Bff) had dismissed your request for help in reducing your combat power readings.
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"I can't do anything about it, (Y/N)," she had replied nonchalantly, her tone casual as she chewed her gum. "Even if I could, the power inside you is already off the charts. You're a rare case, to be honest."
"Rare case?" The words had sparked a note of concern in your voice.
"Yeah, you have a similar case to the fourth unit commander, Jugo Ogata. But yours is much worse, having a combat power like yours is monstrous, for real. No wonder there were rumors about you being called a killing machine before we even became hybrids." She had said it casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, her gum forming a balloon before popping back into her mouth.
Leaning back against the wall, she continued, her tone more serious now. "The only help I can offer is the pills. They’ll keep you from transforming into your kaiju form when there’s a crisis. That's your father's order." Her eyes had met yours, and in that moment, you had seen the gravity of the situation reflected in her gaze.
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You stepped back into the safe zone, the hum of astonishment rising around you. You had just shattered Kikoru's record—her 55% in 1 minute and 16 seconds now seemed like a distant memory.
Kikoru, ever the confident soldier, approached you with a beaming grin, her smile radiating pure joy. "Nice one, Nee-san!" she cheered, holding out her hand for a high five. You met her hand with yours, the impact sending a warm wave of recognition through you. For a moment, the tension that usually hung in the air among your comrades melted away, replaced by a rare sense of camaraderie.
