Watanabe! This is the prize for coming in first in the squad rankings! Instructor said to open it together with you.
Why so mysterious... Hm...? A combat knife?
Can't the instructor be more creative? A Gurkha knife... Well, at least it's a good knife. So who came in first? You or me?
Both of us. But there's only this one prize.
Whatever, I don't need a new knife anyway. I'll just leave it to people like you who wish to die on the front lines every day.
Thanks then. If anything does happen to me one day... Well, take care of it then.
Pah, why would I want that?
...
Looks like I'm destined to wield this knife.
Dual blades... That should be pretty cool.
Bruce's hand wraps tightly around the combat knife, the cold causing his lifeless hand to freeze in place. It was impossible to peel the knife out of his firm grip.
Watanabe stands silently. After a while, he crouches down, his comrade's hand in one hand, and the blade of the knife in the other. He carefully extracts the knife, bandages it, and adds it to his gear.
Oasis will be under my leadership starting from today! That is Bruce's... last order!