Every character is above eighteen.
Also, this is one of the more story-focused chapters.
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Zara barely remembered the weird nightmare she had, only the outlines. She didn't like the thought but might ask Margaret about this.
"Sorry, but I don't know where is she right now," replied Angela, Margaret's assistant, with a shrug of her slender shoulders, "Margaret only talks to me if she orders something to eat or drink. I'm more of a glorified waitress than an actual assistant. At least to her."
"Damn it! I wanted to ask her about something," Zara murmured.
"Is it something super serious or just something small? Like a check-up?" Angela asked.
"That's what I want to find out. Anyway, I'll try tomorrow then."
"No need for that," Angela stopped her, "I can give Aritimi a call and ask her about where is Margaret. I already planned to do it later."
"You can call Aritimi?" Zara raised an eyebrow.
"Not with a phone. I can call her telepathically, thanks to my augmentation," Angela revealed, "I thought Margaret wanted me to have this to be more efficient, but she only gave it to me to call me more easily to do things for her."
"Are you sure Aritimi will know where she is?"
"She probably knows. Margaret often uses her as a way of transportation," Angela said and then put her hand to her forehead, concentrating for a moment, "Okay, I've reached out to Aritimi. Give me a second."
"Hmm, can you tell me your name? Aritimi wants to know who asks."
"Zara Cromwell."
Before Angela could say anything more to Zara, a bright portal opened beneath her.
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The dim light of the building had been replaced with bright daylight as Zara found herself standing on a grassy field.
"Good morning, pupil," she heard Aritimi's voice from behind her. She was already naked.
"Um, you could have just come to me but anyway. I just wanted to ask Margaret about something but I can't find her," Zara said.
"She asked me to help with my portals. There's an expedition somewhere in Antarctica and they found the remains of an ancient monster. A Dinosaur Centaur as I heard. It's in a pretty good shape and now all the monster biologists are on their way there. We won't see Margaret for a week at least. What do you want from her?"
"I just wanted to ask something that maybe has something to do with my Flesh Fiend powers."
"Recently, I learned a lot about these monsters. From Margaret herself. I'm pretty sure I can answer your question."
"Okay, I had a..."
"But," Aritimi cut her short with a smug smile, "I need some help too. I know that you are scheduled to another day this week but I only got one girl here so far. Akemi is supposed to be the other but she is only available for tomorrow."
"So you want me to do the course with this other girl? That's all?"
"Yes. We need to have at least two pupils for each day. But most of the others are also unavailable today."
"Okay. Why not? At least I can have some rest between the course and the training then," Zara said with a sigh.
"My friend and the other pupil are already here. Waiting there," Aritimi pointed at a big military tent.
As they walked toward it, the tent's flaps parted, and a tall woman walked out of it. No, not tall, she was gargantuan. She towered over both Zara and Aritimi with her inhuman 2.7 meters height. Her brown hair was worn in a long ponytail. The clothes she was wearing were minimal, only consisting of a tight black cycling pant and a matching sports bra with "HSA" written on both of them.
After the first shock, Zara realized that she must be a human woman who just simply taller than average. She was fit with muscular limbs but her proportions were very human. Probably suffering from gigantism, Zara thought.
"Oh, another pupil. You must be the one with the Flesh Fiend powers," the giantess said with a surprisingly soft voice, "I'm Bo Rourke by the way. The Anti-Kaiju Squad's leader. You can call me Big Bo if you want."
"She is the little sister of the 50-foot woman," Aritimi said jokingly with the word "little" in air quotes.
"Don't believe her," Bo shrugged, "I played her a few times in some school plays though," she chuckled.
Zara entered the tent while Aritimi stayed outside with Bo to talk about something. She quickly noticed the other pupil, a girl who was sitting on one of the chairs there, reading a book.
"Um...hi," the girl said awkwardly, "You are...Akemi Yoriko?"
"Ohayo gozaimasu," Zara bowed, hiding a grin. She hoped she pronounced the phrase she heard from Akemi properly. The girl looked at her in confusion.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Zara added with a smile, "I'm Zara Cromwell. I will replace Akemi for today."
"Oh, okay," the girl sighed, "Nice to meet you, Zara. I'm Dayanara Walsh, by the way. Feel free to call me just Day. Not even my parents used my whole name for a while."
Zara examined Dayanara. She had pale skin with some freckles. Her eyes were a deep shade of green, almost black. Her hair was long fiery red, thick, and naturally curly. But not just her hair was thick. She was full-figured with large breasts and wide hips which was accentuated by her tight green shirt and jean shorts. Not the body type of an average monster hunter.
"Nice to meet you, Day. Do you know what's gonna happen today? I wasn't scheduled for today originally."
"Some training to see what it looks like to fight giant monsters," Dayanara replied with a big smile, "I'm super excited because I love giant monsters. I watched every recording of every giant monster fight from the HSA's database at least once. Once I pass the exam, I will join this unit."
"That's the spirit. I don't have a favorite monster type though. I like hunting all of them."
"I guess you should be one of the top hunters then, like Aritimi. I mean if your augmentations are enough good. The HSA has high standards for someone to reach that level. Not even nepotism can get you there if you are weak."
As Dayanara finished her sentence, Zara turned her left and then right hand into growling wolf heads, "Good enough?" she winked as her hands formed back into their real shape.
"Whoa! What kind of power was that?"
"Cellular rewrite by a Flesh Fiend," Zara replied proudly.
"Neat. Look what I got," Dayanara's red mane began to elongate and move like tentacles, and then it formed two muscular arms in a flexing position.