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  ~~~~~~~[START] {4 months ter}

  **HSSSSSSS!!!**

  In a dark workshop, a young child was welding.

  He wore a heavy, oversized jacket with big gloves, working carefully with a bright welding torch.

  Sparks flew around him, lighting him up in quick fshes.

  His face was covered by a big welding helmet, making him look mysterious as he focused on his work.

  The pce smelled like hot metal, with machines humming in the background, making him seem like a craftsman from long ago.

  But before the child could indulge in the focus of his frenzied state, he was interrupted by a face that stooped above, looking at him below with the face that is usually used by cats or children.

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  'Huh', I sighed as I looked at Mei who stood above me, her eyes wide as if begging.

  Lifting up my helmet halfway, sweat fell from the overwhelming heat.

  "Let me guess, you exploded?" I asked, stating the obvious. "Hehehehe", she replied, as if confirming it.

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  Moving in the busy streets, Ken and Mei were eating ice cream as Mei went on speaking about her test ideas for inventions.

  She was so focused on her expnation that her ice cream started to melt slowly, and as time went on, she became almost oblivious to the fact that she held it.

  Suddenly, out of nowhere, a visibly older teen came sliding on the floor with all four limbs, no, it was more like he was gliding, moving at high but minimal speeds.

  Quickly, before Mei's ice cream could fall to the ground, he swiftly pced a tissue on the bottom of its cone, bringing Mei back into alertness and preventing the ice cream from falling.

  "Hey, look, it's 'nice guy'", someone shouted in the crowd, "yes, he's so nice", another said.

  Listening to this, Mei couldn't help but shout out, "Thank you, Mr. 'Nice Guy'", ughing as she looked at Ken who did the same.

  As for 'nice guy', he was already off on his way, oblivious to the voices behind him, as he just waved his hand in response.

  "You know, you should start paying more attention to your surroundings", Ken said, shaking his head with a smile as he licked a section of his ice cream.

  This made Mei look confused.

  "Yes, I remember making a baby for that", she replied, which made Ken ugh slightly as he suggested going to get Mei another cone.

  Getting to the ice cream truck, Ken ordered two orders, which included an extra one for himself.

  But as he was going on with the payment, Mei got a view of a young couple that was also in line, but unlike normal, they were holding hands.

  This made Mei tilt her head.

  Suddenly, Ken felt a hand touching his own. Looking down on it, he followed the arm only to realize that it belonged to Mei.

  Without much effort, Ken understood what was happening as he also caught view of the couple that stood near.

  He only looked at Mei, who was confused, standing there oblivious to the awkwardness.

  Ken only smiled, having grown used to her way of acting out of pce and exhibiting weird, close awkwardness.

  And with that, time flew as they walked back to base.

  This was really the usual; in most cases, Mei would mostly refuse to go for ice cream but would agree or suggest it whenever one of her inventions was a failure or if it experienced a problem.

  "Wanna go to the movies?" Ken asked, grabbing Mei's attention, but unlike her usual self, she softly shook her head, changing her eyes to the ones she had used earlier.

  But Ken was unfazed by her refusal.

  "Wanna go to the movies?" he asked again, only this time his smile getting wider, as if of mischievousness, as he tightened his hand holding Mei, preventing her from running away.

  Moving his body, he began walking to a certain direction , only to get a little cry from Mei as if begging for reconsideration,

  "Please, I have to complete my babies", she said, stiffening up her legs to create enough friction to resist movement,

  but Ken was too strong; resistance was useless as she just gave up and gave in.

  Ken ughed, realizing that she had given up on her pursuit, ughing because his pn had worked once again,

  for he had made it his mission to make Mei gain a sense of social interaction,

  his mission to force her into taking breaks, his mission to give breaks to the little stubborn workaholic, 'the only person who was addicted to work'.

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  **{Later that day}**

  Standing on top of a rge building, a woman was kneeling in a stance that imposed strength,

  her arm transformed into what seemed to be a sniper rifle, but unlike normal rifles, this one was rger and had a bigger scope, as if made to travel at impossible speeds.

  "Sight set," Lady Nagant said, speaking to a voice that came from the earpiece.

  Moving her hand in preparation to twist the hair out of her head, Ken interrupted,

  "Try this," he said, opening his visible palm, and as if by magic, bck energy started forming, changing to blue,

  twisting at speeds almost invisible, taking form into what looked to be a slightly rger bullet.

  It was sharper and seemed to release some type of dark, mysterious energy; the energy felt evil, as if bringing out negative emotions.

  Lady Nagant felt some type of discomfort and disgust, but without thinking, she took the bullet and inserted it into her transformed arm, aiming at the target.

  "Sight set," she spoke again, waiting for instructions.

  **CRACK-BOOM!!!**

  It shot out, but unfortunately to her surprise, the bullet was too fast,

  so fast it made a loud sound with its movement, as if piercing through the sheet of nothingness.

  Nothingness because even in its moving speed, it seemed as if it was resisting the friction of air,

  as if it had something around its pending body that shielded it from its surroundings, and…

  'It missed'

  Not because of Lady Nagant's incapability of making the shot, but because the bullet was just too perfect,

  a bullet so perfect it rendered all made calcutions and skill useless.

  "Shit!" Lady Nagant shouted as she swiftly twisted her hair and took another shot with immediate effect,

  but again it missed, not because of her incapability but because the target had noticed.

  But even in the ongoing panic, she didn't stop; her hand had once again extended,

  but only this time, her rifle became so rge it could be seen from below if one were to pay very much attention. Taking three hairs from her head, she aimed again.

  Miss!

  Miss!

  Miss!

  It was getting frustrating; she was losing her target.

  For the first time in many years, she would lose her target.

  But as she looked at her scope, thinking it was over, a bird moving at unseen speeds hit a door that the target had entered, and another coming from the direction of the previous one entered the newly made entrance.

  She didn't know what was happening; it was too fast, but a voice came from her side,

  "Confirmed," Ken spoke, as she realized what had happened.

  Moving her body and falling to the ground, she let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks," she said, relieved that the target wasn't lost.

  "No, it's my fault," Ken replied, his face showing a trace of thought and shame.

  "No, I miscalcuted the capabilities of your bullet," she continued,

  "and yeah, by the way," she looked at Ken with a slightly visible smile,

  "can you make more of those bullets?" she asked as if expecting an expected answer.

  "How much?" Ken replied, his smile growing, trying to stop himself from ughing.

  "You dare ask your own mother for money?" she asked, as both of them ughed loudly as they y there on the building's ceiling, breathing loudly as the ughing slowly subsided.

  "No, but seriously," Ken said, trying to stop himself from the pending ugh,

  "how much?" This made Lady Nagant stop her ughing nature and look at Ken with an expression that spoke a word so obvious,

  a word that screamed through her piercing expression... 'seriously'.

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  Sitting on a desk in a school building, Ken was currently looking at his system window as if in thought,

  looking at the progress he had made over the st 4 months, and honestly, it was pitiful, almost embarrassing.

  But Ken knew that he had done everything he possibly could;

  this included trying to participate in assassinations with Lady Nagant by providing her with bullets,

  but it also proved to be rather slow.

  His knowledge of inventions and the understanding of materials had increased,

  giving him more confidence in the creations he made with his construction, but it was only a matter of time, and he knew this, for he was so close:

  [yorozu {construction}] {69 : 100}

  So close to becoming...

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