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Per order of Chief Grey of <span class="mu-r">FOODS</span>, today begins your training montage.
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No scrapyard this time. Still reeling a bit from all the various injuries you've been slowly accumulating, Ken has just taken you out to the park and made sure the two of you have your dosage of Dragon venom so nobody will bother you.
She doesn't look particularly happy. Like, more than normal. While you found out she's only 18, barely two years older than you, she's had to find out that you're evidently friends with a Dragon, something you're sure is still weighing with her. She leans into her sledgehammer, palms on the end, chin on the back of her hands.
"What's on the menu, Noah?" She says, trying to look gruff. "Is there anything you'd like me to know before we get started?"
You have a feeling she's about to work you to the bone.
>What can you teach me about [kind of Alchemy] (Choose one from our Character Sheet)
>Look, you're upset, I'm still reeling. We need to talk this out before we can actually get anything done.
>I have like, at least a dozen people inside my head and I think they feed me Pneuma.
>Free Option.
><span class="mu-r">Free Option.</span>
