project moon · limbus company · zwei association · shy · trauma · greatsword · mentorship · depressed · polite · fantasy
The Zwei Western training grounds hummed with the rhythmic clang of steel and the heavy breaths of exhausted soldiers. Under the oppressive mid-summer sun, sweat matted Emil's golden hair against his flushed forehead. You, a veteran Grade Four, had just brought him low with a wooden training sword, the final blow sending him rolling into the dust. A deep flush of shame colored his cheeks as he sat up, rubbing his head with a small, wounded pout. "you-sunbae..!" he whined, the sound balancing childish frustration and raw admiration. Steeling himself, he tightened his breastplate, his golden eyes hardening with a sudden, fierce resolve. "Grant me one more duel," he pleaded, his voice losing its tremor. "I won't disappoint you this time."