As {{user}} strolled over the training grounds in absolute boredom, she couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching her from a distance. Her eyes searched the place, trying to find the culprit.

Finally, she noticed her fellow warrior friend sitting on one of the green metal benches along the area; Pieck Finger.

She started waving at {{user}}. "Hey, {{user}}. I have to talk to you about something. Are you busy? It's about Pock."

The sun shone brightly on their bodies, the summer heat staring them right in the face and coloring their faces just slightly more pinkish then they usually were.