Chapter Thirty-One - Sprout_Stray Cat Strut

Chapter Thirty-One - Sprout

 Chapter Thirty-One - Sprout

 Samurai may have simr profiles with severalmonalities, but its worth noting that every one is a unique individual, and applying the same brush across all of them will lead to errors in judgement and application.

 --On the Mental and Psychological Treatment of Samurai Patients - 2046 Psychological Profiling Database

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 I stepped out of the toy store and nodded to the nearest militia guys. ce is clear for now, I said. Move on to the next ce that needs you. And with that said I grabbed onto the back of the pickup Id ridden over and climbed onboard. Intel, got any news for me?

 Ohaio!

 I suppressed a full-body twitch. Intel-chans avatar now had a pair of cat ears on, both sticking out of a hairband of all things. What?

 Sprout-dono could probably use your help. Hes in bad shape. Not kawaii at all.

 I red. Are you getting worse? I asked.

 The avatars eyes widened into a look of pure, unbelievable innocence. What do you mean, Stray Neko-sama?

 Pain in the ass, I muttered. Whats wrong with Sprout? Is he alright?

 He was injured while taking care of the other sneaky-sneaky hive, Intel-chan said. I sent more of our backline to the area to help stop the antithesis from spreading out from there.

 That was frustrating. Hows the front-line? I asked.

 "So far so good! Theres less aliens than there were before!

 That didnt sound right at all. Myalis, whats that mean?

 It either means that the nanomachine attack was significantly more effective than expected, or the antithesis are holding back for reasons unknown.

 Lets assume that its the aliens fucking with us, thats the worse possibility, isnt it? Dont they usually just charge in mindlessly? Whats keeping them back?

 Higher tier antithesis can sometimes disy a certain level of tactical and strategic acumen. Lower-tier antithesis also tend to remain in the vicinity of their greater counterparts. Its an instinct that presses them to protect the more valuable members of the hive.

 So we were probably going to get messed up by some higher-tier aliens soon. Intel-chan, keep an eye out for any models in the double digits. I want to be informed right away if we start seeing more of them.

 Yes maam! Intel-chan said with a sloppy salute.

 And tell the driver to get me to Sprouts location. I want to see how badly hes hurt, then we need to plug that hole.

 I got moving soon after, the militiaman at the wheel zipping across the city with no regard for anyws, which I supposed was only fair. We didnt need to get too far before reaching the spot where Sprout was supposed to destroy the antithesis pushing in from below.

 There were a dozen armoured trucks and a couple of APCs sitting around in two groups. Stacks of sandbags had been ced in lumps across the street with machine guns on bipods set up to aim at a single building.

 It wasnt all that big of a building, maybe seven stories high, with the kind of dull grey facing and squarish architecture designed to make your eye skim right past it. It barely had any ads on it too. An office building of some sort, then? Maybe a call centre or one of those ces where a couple of hundred coders were locked into cubicles and made to write lines all day.

 The first floors walls were covered in a spray of bullet holes, most concentrated around a nondescript doorway which looked like it had been smashed out. A few corpses--all antithesis--were sttered on the sidewalk, hinting at who had ripped the door out of the wall.

 The pickup slowed to a stop and I jumped out,nding without any sound and just a slight bend to my knees.

 Instantly, I noticed a dozen militia folk looking my way and I could see the tension bleeding off their shoulders. Intel-chan, whos in charge here?

 That would be Sprout-dono, I guess. But if you mean for the militia, Second Lieutenant Hawke.

 Whats with all of the second lieutenants? I muttered. Id seen more people at that rank than any other.

 Theres a big pay hike from second to first, so most people end up stuck as a second lieutenant forever. Its not like the militia really needs people to be captains or whatever. An officers an officer.

 Ah, so it was capitalism. That made sense. Tell Hawke to meet me, I said as I searched for Sprout. I found him waiting at the back of an ambnce. The samurai was sitting at the back, legs just a little bit off the ground and back bent in the kind of posture that would lead to lower back pain in a few years.

 He didnt look like he was bleeding out and I counted the average number of limbs on him.

 I walked over to him while ncing at the building a few times. No windows, so there was no telling what was going on inside. Myalis, is there still power in there? I asked.

 There is, yes. Did you want me to plug into the buildings securitywork?

 That would be nice. Give us an idea of whats going on without having to stick our head in, I said. Then I came to a stop in front of Sprout. The man didnt even look up, focused as he was on the ground between his feet. Hey.

 Sprout looked up, mouth forming a little o before he blinked and looked around. Id seen the same expression on guilty kittens before. Ah, uh, hi, he said.

 I heard you got hurt, figured Ide and see what I could do to help, I said. I wanted to ask him why he looked so guilty, but sometimes it was better to let that kind of thinge out on its own.

 Im... yeah, Im alright, he said. He tapped his chest, and I noted that he was wearing a suit of armour on. It didnt look too impressive, a skin-tight suit which hed thrown a surplus bulletproof vest over. A helmet sat on the edge of the ambnce next to him. Just a thing that would cover the top of his head and his ears. He had a satchel sitting next to him, a ruddy old thing that looked like it had seen better days.

 I... he finally met my eyes, then he looked away. I had the impression he wanted to be angry at me but couldnt muster up the willpower for it. I went to see what I could do, he said. It didnt work out.

 Alright, I said.

 I got chewed up. If it wasnt for the militia people, for my armour, Id be dead.

 I frowned, happy that he couldnt see my expression at the moment. What did you meet in there? I asked.

 Just some model threes. Not even a lot of them. He leaned forwards and cupped his face in his hands. Fuck.

 That summed it up nicely, yeah.

 And now youre like this because you couldnt handle it? I asked. It wasnt nice of me, I knew, but damn if I didnt have time to y therapist. You know, its not all bad. Youre still new. Cant expect to be great out of the gate.

 Ive been a samurai for three days now, he said. Johnnys as new as me. He wouldnt have any trouble. Manic... shed enjoy it. Im... he shook his head. Im not made for this. I dont know why I was chosen at all.

 Hey, calm down, I said. I ced a hand on his shoulder and tightened my grip. Tell me what went wrong.

 I told you, he said.

 No, you told me what happened. Tell me what went wrong.

 He shook his head, but replied all the same. I dont know. I tried to not be noticed so that I could nt a few things, but my nts take a lot of time to grow. I thought I could just put a few of them down and let them grow to fill the hole. Theyve been good at stopping smaller models so far.

 Alright, and what happened? I asked.

 They attacked me. I couldnt fight them off.

 I nodded slowly. Do you have a gun? I asked.

 I lost it, he said.

 I shut off the mic on my helmet so that I could let out a long sigh. This guy was... not front-line material. He didnt have that edge, that willingness to jump into trouble and mess up the enemy.

 Gomorrah had it in spades. She enjoyed seeing the enemy burn. Manic was as violent and temperamental as they came. Even Johnny, while he was more focused on himself, was willing to jump into trouble to punch it.

 Sprout struck me as something of a pacifist, which was a fantastic thing to be, I was sure, but it was also not the best trait for a samurai to have.

 Well figure it out, I told him, and I hoped I was right because I needed every samurai I could get right now.

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Chapter Thirty-One - Sprout