Story Reader / Event Story / Lingering Stars / Story
Commandant, watching your whole fragile act is downright painful.
Hey, you can't crush enemies on the battlefield if you're built like a twig!
If you slow me down because of this, you're in for a world of trouble.
And don't expect me to drag you off the battlefield. Giving you a flare gun is already being generous.
Not too shabby, but still needs a little oomph!
Noctis cracks up and heads for the sports shop.
What are you zoning out for? Let's hit up the sports shop for some workout gear.
This is my first time here. It's tucked away in this quiet neighborhood, guess the owner's a real character.
Hey, boss! Hook me up with a couple of those detachable dumbbell sets!
Coming!
From the back of the shop lumbers a clunky mechanoid, moving at a snail's pace.
...
So the owner's not human, huh?
Watch your words, it's just a robot I control remotely.
Dumbbell sets are right up front on the rack. You look buff enough. Go grab them yourself.
Noctis tries hoisting a dumbbell, his face scrunching up in confusion.
Something isn't right. Feels too easy. Are you sure these dumbbells are legit?
Would I ever pawn off fakes on you? Geez, all those reps making you dull? Can't even spot a fake, huh?
Noctis grips the iron balls at the ends of the dumbbell and rips off the metal casing, revealing...
Wooden junk pretending to be legit, hiding under a flimsy iron cover.
So you just slapped on some iron, huh? Still claiming it's not fake, you sneaky bot!
You brawny goon... I-I don't care! You destroyed my product, cough up now!
The mechanoid shoots out its mechanical arms, charging at Noctis full throttle.
What? This too? Playing the victim and pinning the blame on me, huh?
Noctis, with a quick jab, twists the mechanoid's head a full 180.
Don't just come at me out of nowhere, you creep! Gave me a scare. You're really asking for a pounding here.
Alright, alright, warm-up's over.
Whoa... opponent down already? That was too easy.
Can't believe I found a rigged shop in broad daylight. Where do I even start complaining about this mess?
Let's go.
The mechanoid, stuck on the ground, lets out a weak groan...
See, Commandant? Skip the workouts and you're ripe for getting blindsided by jerks like that.
Might as well drag you to the gym. Still got a few months left on my membership.
