Her blood rushed up, and her face instantly flushed hot.
"Alright, alright, you tell them the rest. I'm leaving."
She hurriedly snatched the bag containing the real sparkling water—which Berry hailed as the conscience enterprise of Night City—from V's hand.
Berry endured the strange sensation rising in her body and pulled away, escaping V's clutches.
Her panicked eyes darted around a few times, and after hastily throwing out a few words, she bolted toward the stairwell.
She looked extremely disheveled.
Heh, Little Lass.
Watching the other party flee in disarray, V crossed her arms and comfortably enjoyed the sight.
A naughty younger sister needs to be handled this way.
Of course, this certainly wasn't the end.
This was just the beginning.
When night came, V would have to perform a one-hour and twenty-two-minute speedrun of Little Bai Rui.
Only then could she repay the resentment for the work the other party had found for her.
After mentally rehearsing her operational strategy, V finally turned her head with satisfaction.
"OK, Jessica and Moer, Berry has already introduced you to me, so we can skip the self-introduction part."
Instead of following the Konoha tradition of starting with a self-introduction covering name, dreams, and hobbies, V clearly opted for a more direct approach.
"Do you have any questions about the armor and training? If not, we'll start immediately."
Crossing her arms, V adopted the posture of a strict instructor.
She already knew from the quick call Berry had made.
Training these two to adapt to the thunder hammer armor was her next mission.
"Me, me, me, me!"
Just as she spoke, Jessica, who had been engrossed in the beauty of the armor since earlier and hadn't even noticed the precious scene of V teasing the boss, immediately raised her hand like a curious baby.
An overly developed American Girl bounced up and down, raising her hand like an elementary school student.
All one could say was, excess overflow, certified as tempestuous.
But this heavy weapon capable of rallying morale seemed to have no effect on a certain Lolicon; she merely nodded silently, signaling the other party to ask.
"Officer, why are the armor codenames 117, 118, and 119?"
"Logically, since there are only three units, shouldn't they be No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3?"
Jessica pointed at the numbers written in white markings on the chest plates of the three armors, her eyes blinking with curiosity.
"Hmm, Berry marked them this way when she made them. I'm not entirely sure of the specific reason."
Walking up to her own set of armor, the transparent faceplate reflected V's face, seemingly watching V as if it were alive.
V reached out and touched the "117" marking on the chest, shaking her head as well.
"However, I guess this might be some kind of tactic."
"Tactic?"
The silly Girl Jessica scratched her head.
"Well, maybe. Writing 117 might make enemies think we have over a hundred more awesome armors like this, which could potentially make opponents back down immediately."
V offered her guess.
Bragging tactics have always been used by humans.
This might be one of them.
Of course, V was truly just guessing wildly.
Berry naturally chose this name with an allusion, a historical one, derived from the 108 Heroes of the Water Margin... No, of course not. Berry took the allusion from a certain greasy middle-aged man whose face is still unknown even though the sixth generation is almost out, and who likes to date AIs.
But V's nonsense wasn't completely unbelievable.
"Oh, I see..."
Jessica pounded her fist into her palm, a look of sudden realization on her face.
It seemed she was greatly convinced by V's explanation.
"Alright, don't worry about this too much."
Perhaps feeling guilty for fooling the silly Girl, V waved her hand, deciding to skip the topic.
"As you can see, there are three armors here. Number 117 is mine. The other two, each of you choose one, and then..."
As V spoke, she prepared to begin the adaptability training for the two of them.
"Captain~, I have a request. I wonder if you can grant it."
V was interrupted before she could finish speaking, and she frowned unhappily.
The person who spoke was Moer, who had been silent until now.
She sat on a chair, looking at V, a smile of unknown meaning playing on her lips.
Her gaze swept past V and landed on the 117 armor positioned closest, and Moer spoke again.
"I want that armor. Captain, can you give it to me?"
V finally saw clearly that the smile Moer wore was distinctly provocative.
As soon as the other party's impolite demand was voiced, the atmosphere in the basement instantly froze.
Even the cheerful Jessica realized the seriousness of the situation, her gaze shifting back and forth between the faces of the two silently confronting women, afraid to speak.
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