Third-person POV
After Shu finished his journal log, a knock on the door came. "Come in," Shu said. The door was opened, and Eraño went inside. "Morning, Shu-kun."
Shu was surprised when he turned around, but he was calm like a lake in the morning. "Oh, um, m-morning, Trinidad-san."
Sitting down on Shu's comfy bed, Eraño replied, "How are you feeling this morning?"
"I am feeling much better now, gracias," Shu replied with a faint smile.
"I see then. It seemed that the treatment Gen had made had worked well."
"Yeah, last night was my second night receiving that treatment."
"Okay, okay, good. Despite how deadly it was, it seemed that it did the job well."
"Yeah, to be honest, I really fantasized that I deserved these so I could have peace in my mind and my soul."
Eraño nodded while understanding him without being judgmental.
Later, breakfast time at the breakroom was quiet. When Martha and Mara asked Shu how he was last night, Shu pulled out a warm smile and said, "I was doing fine, thanks." He then took a bite of his fried tonkatsu pork. Gem, Hayate, Ichiro, and Eraño kept the Peace Treatment from last night to themselves and ate their meals.
At the same time, the Japanese SWAT team had been stationed in the nearby buildings keeping an eye on the YKY headquarters.
Shu's POV
After breakfast and taking a nice shower, in my room, I changed my clothes into my YKY gear and opened my spiral-bound notebook. I flipped to the next blank page, and I grabbed my black ballpoint pen. I started writing my next entry:
"To be honest, the gear the YKY uses was similar to the one the small North American nation of Rasmian uses. Wait, is this a coincidence or something? Weird, but the gear was super cool as heck, man.
Anyways, I imagined myself being ambushed by Gen-nichan's men in the underground laboratory. Daijiro Maeda…he was a heavy gunner of the YKY; he had dark blue hair and black eyes; he was 16 years old, like what the heck? Is he a delinquent who dropped out of high school to be a rebellious psychopath for the YKY? I don't know, and I don't want to glaze or to judge him for his terrible life choices. I imagined he shot me with his PKP Pencheneg (I recently realized that the YKY possessed that kind of weapon) from an elevated stand. And then, I would like a part where Ran-san, a YKY rocketeer, fired gas canisters at me with his big-ass grenade launcher…"
I needed some jugos de creatividad/a kreativitás nedvei (juices of creativity in Spanish and Hungarian) so I could finish the next request for tonight's Peace Treatment.
For now, I closed my journal and clipped the tip of my ballpoint pen close, before leaving the room to grab my weapons and gear at the floor's locker room for that.