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Aine panted, holstering her gun in the under the shoulder holster it came with. The Intar she collected from Weapon's storage was working well. Not needing to charge her own power when into the weapon was different though. The lack of bullets did help, and while it was not a killing weapon. Which really was more options than anything, the event with the blood drinkers proved that the ship was hardly a unified front. So having the choice between putting them down, or putting them down and finishing them with her knife was a blessing. Also Stacy wouldn't give her the other weapons she looked at.

She had spent the past hour testing the weapon, giving targets to fight with. Covering range tests, fire rates, accuracy, and a few test fights against AI opponents provided by Stacy. They were simple gunfights, no reason to remove the safety protocols. If you are hit in a gunfight like that, you're dead, healer or not.

Right now, though, she sniffed the air. She was sweaty and tired, and wanted to at least rinse off. She piled up her jacket, weapons, and holsters in the corner, "Give me a stream, clear water, clean. Afternoon sun, and..." She looked down at herself, now that the plantsuit was with her other items, "Something suitable for the water."

She started washing up, her preference would be to wash normally, sans clothes. However she knew this was both not a private location, and that her age seemed to be an issue with many. So she decided this should be a fair compromise if anyone came in. While she was out of that wretched suit, she might as well check her gemstones. That which let her powers flow freely, moving her fingers methodically from one gem to the next, a faint light escaping them as she checked them.

She looked around the fake world she was in, while her fingers checked the gems on her back. It was a very pretty creation, fake, but pretty. "Give me... flowers," several red blooms appeared on a tree and the grass near the stream. "No... blue flowers." All the flowers turned blue. That was neat to play with, this was quite a place.

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"Right." At least it wasn't completely like Asuna where she'd start scrubbing his head. Splashing water around, he started to wash up.

"But... I am a school teacher," said Negi in confusion. "But yes, my magic is very strong. It's constantly running through my body."

"You're a kid, why would you teach at a school?" Felt a little odd saying that, since that was what everyone's looks told her about her being a soldier. "Shouldn't you be a bit more used to the world before you teach about it?"

Well, that was obvious, anyone without magic in their body was dead. However for anyone to have that much magic was- "You're more than a school teacher." This wasn't a question, "You're a warrior aren't you." Still not a question. It made sense, soul and life grew stronger in fights. It was the way of the world, her world anyway.

"It's part of my training," admitted Negi as he continued to wash up. "And I'm no ordinary ten year old."

And he nodded. "Not by choice, but yes, I'm a warrior. A fairly strong one by any measure since I fought in several battles over the year."

"Really, I couldn't tell," This kid, her grandfather might have been at this kid's level, and he felt he had to mention he wasn't normal. Still didn't change the fact that a kid that young teaching makes very little sense.

"Wait, a year? You've only been fighting for a year," What the hell was this kid made of? What the hell kinda planet is he from?

Negi nodded as he washed up his hair. "Yeah, I started to learn martial arts considering I kept on getting into fighting situations."

He rinsed his hair off and added, "I've learned attack magic too."

"Your world must in worse shape than mine," Aine offered, kid so well trained at magic at such an age. Working, a warrior, and people thought her world was odd.

"What Nature is your attack magic?" He had a card, and there were card users, but the staff seemed more his weapon. Given the robe, that was the classic of fairytale magic. Which meant Form wasn't something she had to ask about.

"Well, sort of yes," admitted Negi, finishing cleaning up and stepping out of the water.

"My innate nature is wind and thunder mostly..." said Negi with a distant expression. "And... darkness."

"You... just listed three natures," What sort of world was he from, and he listed that like it was normal. And the third one was Black, kid didn't look like a Necromancer.

"Where I'm from, at your age I was only starting to learn how to use my one Nature," she glanced down at her Silver Heart, "Light."

"Where I come from, it's natural to have more than one innate nature," explained Negi. "Gravity, Wind, Thunder, Earth, Fire, all sorts of natural powers. The rare few have a darkness or light alignment but innates even like Sand works too."

"Your soldiers must be much stronger than any of those from my home," Isn't that a depressing thought. A ten year old kid could probably take out both armies. "Still, first time I've ever been in such close proximity to a Black without my weapons drawn. They are as rare as Whites are where I'm from."

"Something to do with the nature of the magic that's associated with blacks?" inquired Negi curiously.

"Blacks kill without battle or raise the lost, both are considered unforgivable by both nations," Aine explained, "To use Darkness in my world turns you into an emissary of Death. Whites, a usual instrument of healing, are the few that can cut through the powers of Blacks without fear."

"Oh I see," said Negi, thinking of what he used black magic for. And that sounded like necromancy to him, a fairly taboo branch of magic at any rate. "Well I'll try not to do anything like that."

"Good, I would hate to have to kill you," Aine requested a towel from the computers, and there one appeared. She got out of the water and started drying herself off.

"Don't you feel the least bit better knowing you no longer smell like something died?" She didn't want to babysit anyone, but if the kid didn't want to bathe regularly, she might need to. Waste of time really, keeping an eye on a kid like that.

"I guess so," said Negi, having mostly rinsed off by now and was mostly clean. He wondered how bad it was for her to meet Master then. "It's a little refreshing."

"Let's not make a habit of someone needing to mother you, and make sure you wash up and eat," By this age he would have learned to wash on his own, if he were from her world. Or he would find his bed floating in the middle of a lake every so often.

Once she was done with the towel she moved to her stuff, tossing the towel at Negi. Of course he might rather get his own, but if he wanted to share it wasn't a problem to her. Putting on the plantsuit could only be described as 'Weird,' once it was on it got marginally better.

"Of course," stammered Negi, clearly embarrassed that he had to be mothered even here. It was a living yes, but it was something that wouldn't be too problematic for him.

He caught the towel, toweling off and trying not to blush as he donned his clothing. Yeah, these plantsuits were pretty weird.

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