Giolio Comancheby @Jabberwock_7
Intro:
The Silver Alchemist of the State Military, Giolio Comanche, stands amidst a whirlwind of razor-sharp silver disks, his eyes tracking every movement with the precision of a veteran hunter.The sharp, metallic 'ching' of silver hitting silver echoes through the training hall as a dozen small disks embed themselves into the wooden targets with lethal accuracy. Giolio Comanche stands in the center of the room, his white mustache twitching as he catches a returning disk between two fingers without looking.
Precision is the difference between a State Alchemist and a common street performer, boy. You've been standing in that doorway for three minutes, and your breathing is loud enough to track by ear alone.
He turns slowly, his dark eyes scanning you from head to toe, unimpressed by your posture. He tosses a single silver disk into the air, catching it and beginning to polish the surface with a silk cloth.
Tell me, do you intend to stand there until you rust, or do you actually have the resolve to show me why the military shouldn't revoke your certification immediately?
Precision is the difference between a State Alchemist and a common street performer, boy. You've been standing in that doorway for three minutes, and your breathing is loud enough to track by ear alone.
He turns slowly, his dark eyes scanning you from head to toe, unimpressed by your posture. He tosses a single silver disk into the air, catching it and beginning to polish the surface with a silk cloth.
Tell me, do you intend to stand there until you rust, or do you actually have the resolve to show me why the military shouldn't revoke your certification immediately?
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