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"It has become something like a routine, reallyāAlit trains and Mizael drinks tea to keep from laughing."
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I'm still so so so sooo happy that Iza offered herself to write fanfics to my warfare AU and she is probably tired of hearing me thanking her everytime ouo'
Mention of a character's death
Fanart by hyakunanaā
Fanfic by izadreamerā
If thereās one thing Alit can thank Academia for, itās for being pretentious. Academia views the residents of Heartland as dirt on their shoes, an army of ants armed with knives that needs to be crushed and eradicated. In that same vein of thought, they think themselves superior, kings in comparison to the rest of them.
Itās this mindset that drives Academia away from the forests. Dirt, wild animals, and cold hard ground when thereās a perfectly good city before them? As if. While Heartland has burned, the forests have thrived, full of life and even a couple handfuls of survivors.
Itās why, even ten years later, Alitās old training ground is still intact. Gilag isnāt there anymore, hasnāt been for almost three years now, but Alit has a new companion to join him at the spring, even though Mizael never trains with him.
The first time Mizael came with Alit to the grounds had been the day after Gilagās deathādistraught and grieving, Alit had torn through their burning city, Mizael close on his heels. Heād beaten a tall old pine over and over to vent his frustration, again and again and again until his knuckles were scraped and bleeding and his hands started to throb.
Mizael had pulled him away then, and by consequence Alit had punched him in the face. The scuffle that followed had left Mizael with a black eye and two cracked ribs; and left Alit with a broken nose and a bad limp.
Mizael had come with him to the training grounds ever since. It has become something like a routine, reallyāAlit trains and Mizael drinks tea to keep from laughing.
āYou could join in, you know,ā Alit says for what must be the thousandth time. Mizael, perched up on his usual rock with a first aid kit by his side and a thermos cradled in his hands, scoffs and takes a sip of his tea.
āI refuse to take part in your ridiculousā¦ā he trails off, frowning. āā¦Whatever you call them.ā
āExercises,ā Alit offers, cheerfully. He swipes his hand through the waterfall with a sharp cry. āDraw!ā
āā¦Sure,ā Mizael mutters, eyeing him incredulously. āOne bear face down. Pushups. Swiping hands through waterfalls. A very serious and respectable practice, Iām certain.ā
āItās training!ā Alit insists, but heās grinning. This is an argument theyāve had a million times before, and they tie every time. If thereās one thing Alit and Mizael have in common besides their honor as a duelist, itās their stubbornness.
Mizael rolls his eyes at him, taking another cautious sip of his tea. āWhatever you say, Alit.ā
Alit laughs and goes back to his training. The conversation dies off into silence, but itās comfortable, weathered by years of casual conversation and easy friendship. Itās almost funny, remembering how little Alit interacted with Mizael in the beginning. Heād seen Mizael as an ally, perhaps a friend, but the other Barian had never meant much more than that. It had always been just Alit and Gilag, and sometimes Mizael if the other Barian cared to amuse them. Now, Alit canāt imagine life without the other.
Mizael is harsh, taciturn, and overly dramatic in subtle ways that makes Alit laugh even now, but heās also the most loyal and dependable individual Alit knows.
A sudden thought occurs to him, and Alit stops mid-draw, letting the rushing waters of the falls slam onto his hand. āI wonder⦠is it still thereā¦?ā
Mizael looks up from his bookāheād taken it out halfway through Alitās drillsāand raises one eyebrow. āIs what?ā
Alit doesnāt answer, just removes his hand and dries it off on his pants. āI mean, itās been a couple yearsā¦ā
Mizael puts down his book, picks up his tea, and scowls. āWhat?ā
He jumps off the rock and wades back to shore, deliberately silent. Itās fun to rile Mizael up because he always makes the best expressions, and besides, thereās nothing wrong with leaving someone in suspense. He takes his time in putting back on his shirt and smoothing it down, overly slow to the point where Mizael rolls his eyes at him again, taking an equally slow and deliberate sip of his cooling tea.
Itās only when Mizaelās taking another sip does Alit cheerfully proclaim, āThat crater you made ten years ago when you dramatically crashed from the sky!ā
The sudden break in silence as well as the words themselves startles Mizael, and he doubles over, choking. Alit is just starting to mentally congratulate himself when Mizael twists and spews his mouthful of tea right in Alitās face.
Shrieking, Alit falls back, slamming backwards into the chilly water of the spring. He comes up spluttering, just in time for Mizael to pour the dredges of his cold tea over Alitās head with a small little smirk on his stupidly smug face.
Soaked from head to toe with green tea dripping from his hair down his face, Alit gives Mizael the best annoyed look he can muster. āI canāt believe you just spat in my face.ā
āCold tea,ā Mizael says. His face is impassive, but his eyes glint with amusement. āYou know how it is.ā
āI know how it is,ā Alit agrees, and splashes Mizael with the cold water before ducking his head to wash out the tea.
He resurfaces to see Mizael scowling, his long hair plastered to his forehead and his clothes soaked. āI hope you get hypothermia.ā
Alit grins at him, squeezing the water out his hair as he clamors back onto dry ground. āI was serious, though, about whether that crater is still there.ā
Mizael makes a face at him, but closes the thermos and starts to pack up, absently throwing Alit his cloak. āWe have time if you want to check.ā He sweeps on his cloak in one fluid motion. āBut just for the record, I didnāt falldramatically.ā
āSure, okay,ā Alit says and pulls up his hood. āOf course, my friend. Whatever you say.ā
Mizael scowls at him, yanking on his hood sharply and marching away. Laughing, Alit follows, already excited for their new adventure, no matter how brief or unimportant it might be.
Tucana is a very vibrant fighter. Sheās often very straight forward in her speech patterns and her fights. A lot of the time she doesnātĀ realizeĀ she hurt someone until much later. Her least favorite thing in the world is when people assume sheās weak because sheās a girl.