"I want those whom ranked top 20 in the 147th legion of the trainee class to stand forth along with their partners. We will need you immediately at the front line."
"Okay people! Let's go! Let's go!
Seto readied his tanks, but silently cursed. Where was she? His partner? Now that all the humans were gone along with Meisters, there were really only Weapons left. And if one had no partner to wield, it'd be useless to head out there alone, and would be distinguished as, basically, suicide. Weapons were powerless without their own Weapon, and Seto had come to realize that, which is why had had only been getting ready, but hadn't exactly run up to join the others when called, 'Where'd she go...' He sighed and ran his hand tiredly through his hair. After all, he didn't get much sleep before after being alerted that it was their time to finally show off their skills.
Most people would begin crying, writing their farewell notes, praying that god would save them, not that it would matter... But Seto was waiting for this moment. Perhaps not quite excited, but not scared or apathetic either. Just... looking forward to it. But then again, there was also her, who's words still stayed in his mind just before she died; 'I hope they kill you.' Her ghost still haunted him, even as an adult now. His mother's words and shadows never left his thoughts, even in the most dire moments. But maybe that's what kept him driven to not hold back in the battlefield.
”Sorry...Seto.. I was..um...wandering again. But I’m here now.” Seto looked up from his thinking and saw Lyra, his partner, childish friend, and even someone he took interest in, smiling at him.
Seto let out a sigh filled with relief and stood up normally, as he was sitting down before, and said, "You took awhile.. It got me nervous for a second that you suddenly ran off or something. Well... I guess it doesn't really matter. You're here now and that's what matters."
”So….are you excited for today..? Or are you worried..?”
For a moment, there was a flash of his mother's dying and horrifying face and then Seto snapped back to reality, rubbing his forehead while in a daze. However, he tried not to show it too clearly when he said, with his normal voice, "Neither... actually. I mean, I guess I'm sort of looking forward to it, but then again-" He paused, then shook his head, "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." Seto quickly ran a check on his gas tanks, almost looking a bit anxious, before looking back at Lyra, "You're ready right? We should get going then, everyone's lining up." He said and grabbed her hand before walking towards the line of the other soldiers, lining up with them just as they did.
Seto was a very confident young man, and stood tall next to the others, looking forwards with a stern expression, "You ready?" He whispered over to Lyra.
“We cannot wait any longer, let the others come afterwards; we must go and provide assistance to the men already out there fighting the giants.”
"Scratch that." Seto said, grabbing Lyra's hand once more, but then, and suddenly, shifting into a pair of dual hooked swords, "We're heading out now."