[Written by Júlio]
As we well know, the imperial capital is totally rotten and corrupt, making the people suffer thanks to the attitudes of Minister Honest, with Night Raid aiming to kill him and free the people from this oppressive empire.
However...
Najenda, Lubbock and Leone were eating some fruits that were picked by Akame. This time, the one in charge of training Tatsumi was Sheele, precisely the group's airhead.
Lubbock had a thoughtful look on his face.
Lubbock: I wonder if it was a good idea to tutor Sheele… — He says, eating.
Najenda takes a bite of an apple she was holding with her prosthetic arm.
Najenda: It shouldn't be a problem. I think Sheele will get along with Tatsumi.
Lubbock: What makes you think that? — He asks, as Leone approaches the table.
Najenda: An experienced tutor must be good for him.
Leone: Yeah!!! I want to be the next one to train Tatsumi!!
Najenda: See? It could be her later.
Frustrated, the greenish assassin covers his head with his hands.
Lubbock: Oh, that's a big injustice!!! — He shouts, envious of the rookie assassin.
The boss, seeing this, tries to launch one of her infamous "one-liners".
Najenda: The more experienced the assassin… the better the student.
Leone and Lubb are like "WTF?!", staring at their boss.
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Najenda: What did you think? Does the phrase sound good?
The two walk away from the one-eyed woman. The leader gets a little upset.
Najenda: … I think not…
[Outside; near a river]
Tatsumi was in his training with the user of Extase. The boy was in the river, swimming... in armor?
The green-eyed boy comes out of the river, panting. His momentary tutor watched him, sitting on the rocks.
Sheele: Congratulations! You did very well swimming with that armor!
The brunette stands up, trying to remove the metal plates from his body.
Tatsumi: Man… it's hard to swim with that much weight!
Sheele: Swimming in armor is a very important discipline in the training of an assassin!
Tatsumi: And how, exactly, is that going to help me?
Sheele: … — The woman with purple hair takes a while to answer. She gets a sly face — I don't remember.
Tatsumi: Why did I ask? — He thinks, remembering who he was talking to.
