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Herta Space Station, Station Master Asta's Office.
Asta sat in her sliding office chair, irritably flipping through documents, exhausting her brain cells to handle the station's endless troublesome matters. Just then, a knock at the door signaled the entrance of someone she was incredibly familiar with. Upon seeing him, Asta immediately set aside her work and walked quickly toward him. Her face, previously scrunched from tedious affairs, instantly smoothed out into a sweet, tender smile.
"Brother Hiroshi, you're here~"
After the events of the past few days, her affection for him had reached its peak. Their relationship was now like a thin sheet of window paper—it would break the moment Hiroshi decided to poke it. Looking at Asta in the middle of her duties, Hiroshi felt a slight pang of guilt. "Sorry, Station Master Asta, for disturbing you while you're so busy..."
Asta shook her head, her gaze overflowing with tenderness. "It's fine, don't worry about it. What did Brother Hiroshi want my help with?"
Hiroshi scratched his head before stating his plan. "I want to... learn some sword techniques from Captain Arlan. I want to have the ability to protect myself..."
Arlan—the head of the Security Department and the personal bodyguard appointed by Asta's mother—was the strongest fighter on the Space Station. Now that Hiroshi possessed a top-tier weapon like the Demon Blade Thousand Blades, training could allow him to hold his own even against weaker Pathstriders. Receiving guidance from Arlan was his best choice to avoid being exploited by Madam Herta for favors.
Asta was slightly taken aback. He wants to learn self-defense from Arlan? Arlan is usually so busy... No! What am I thinking! It's rare for Brother Hiroshi to ask me for a favor; I have to help no matter what! "No problem," she replied quickly. "Brother Hiroshi, wait a moment, I'll notify Arlan right now."
Soon, a figure in a Security Department protective suit rushed over. He had white hair with black tips and bronze skin, his expression stern and taciturn.
"Miss, you called me so suddenly, is something the matter?" Arlan asked.
Asta coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness. "It's like this, Arlan. Brother Hiroshi wants to learn some... self-defense methods from you. Do you think you could find some time to guide him?"
"Please, Captain Arlan!" Hiroshi pleaded sincerely.
Arlan looked at Hiroshi in disbelief. Why would a Section Chief of the Department of Applications suddenly want to learn how to fight? With his delicate appearance, I don't have time to play around. He was about to refuse, but then he noticed the way the Young Lady looked at him. She called him "Brother"? They seem really close. And there's his relationship with Madam Herta...
"I can do that," Arlan answered. "But... has Section Chief Hiroshi really thought this through? Training in the Security Department is very grueling."
"Please rest assured, Captain Arlan, I will definitely work hard," Hiroshi declared.
"Alright, come find me when you finish work." Arlan agreed, though he secretly expected Hiroshi to quit once the blisters started.
Asta nodded with satisfaction. "Since that's settled, Arlan, you can go back to work. I still have something to say to Brother Hiroshi."
Once Arlan left, Hiroshi asked curiously, "What does Station Master Asta want to say to me?"
"Um... Brother Hiroshi, when is your birthday?"
"My birthday? It should be at the end of this month."
"I see. Okay, I understand. That's all, Brother Hiroshi."
Watching Hiroshi leave, Asta made a silent vow. When his birthday arrived, she would give him a very special gift. She needed to observe what he liked, and then... a blush spread across her face as she thought about helping him "graduate" from being a fledgling.
When the appointed time arrived, Hiroshi went to the Security Department's training ground. The place was massive, filled with physical training equipment scattered from the previous session.
"You're here," Arlan noted.
"Yes, I'm ready, Captain Arlan."
"Very well, let's begin." Arlan handed him a wooden training stick. To ensure his safety, they would use the stick as a sword for his first steps into the world of combat.
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