Why Must I LOVE YOU (Need Repair)
Camp.training

A field with an eye-high grass stretches as far as the eye can see.

A sky that looks gray, with the wind blowing blow away the dry leaves that fall.

There's...

A woman, standing with a straight body. His long brown hair tied back. Her long bangs dangled in her cheekstripe. The sleeveless shirt that covered only part of her stomach revealed her trained abdominal muscles. His sharp eyes glanced around where five men twice from his body surrounded himself preparing to attack.

The wind blew fiercely, along with two men who were moving forward quickly and a fist that slid forward.

The woman remained unmoved, focusing her eyes and ears with her voice and what she saw through the corners of her eyes.

When the hand slid to hit his face, with a gentle barely noticeable movement, he shifted his head slightly. Quickly clutching his hand against the man's arm, he immediately twisted his body and struck the man's back with his elbow.

Right after the man was pushed down by the elbow blow on his back, the woman lowered her head and another man's blow behind her hit the wind. The woman deftly twisted her body with a squatting position and her legs stretched out to a landslide on the back of the man's knee followed by falling down due to loss of balance.

The remaining three men began to attack, followed by two men who had managed to rise again.The woman looked calm, as if dancing, her movements were so gleaming but hit the paralytic point of her opponent.

It didn't take long, five fallen men couldn't stand anymore. The woman smiled, slowly approaching the man who first attacked her. He stretched out his hand to help the man stand up.

"That's amazing,, your moves are so hard for me to predict. I really lost, really" he said, accepting the woman's hand.

The sound of applause echoed.

A man who became their coach walked over with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Do you still doubt Barny?"ask the man who helped stand up.

"No, no, No, I'd be battered if I continued, Cyrene's really terrible. The movement looks gleaming but deadly," he said with his hands raised.

"Thank you for holding back against me Cyrene" Barny said.

The woman named Cyrene who had managed to fight even dropped five men who were twice as big as her body.

Everyone who was at Camp.coaching looked on respectfully. Admire the abilities that this woman has. In addition to superior martial arts, shooting ability also gets awe from everyone.

How could it not?

Cyrene, the woman who was fairly new in that place, where when she came, she was just an ordinary woman and had a weak physique. But surprisingly he was able to catch up with the people who had been there for a long time even surpassing most of the men who trained there.

Camp.special training is a hidden place that trains people to become secret agents. Where their job is to help the police who are struggling to catch criminals who always escape the pursuit, and those who are difficult to touch the law.

Those who are above the police but do not reveal themselves in public.

The position where they perform their duties without uniforms, but take the biggest risk.

Their coach Carlo even recognized his ability, and admired the willpower Cyrene had.

Cyrene looked at Barny with raised eyebrows.

"So you realize I'm holding back?" the tanya while releasing a bandage wrapped around his left hand.

"of course! Otherwise, the elbow should have hit me in the neck, and I wouldn't be able to stand up right now" Barny replied.

"How can you change the direction of your blow even when you've moved Cyrene?" kenzo asked, interrupting (the man who received a kick behind the knee).

"I swear to see you set your foot on my arm, but what happened was that you hit my leg" he continued.

"If I lift my foot up you'll grab my foot and throw me in, won't you?" cyrene asked raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Haaahh,," whispered Kenzo. "Can you read my mind?" ask Kenzo.

"Not reading the mind, but reading the opponent's movements," Carlo interrupted answering Kenzo's confusion.

"Exercise enough this time. Rest up!" Carlo's orders.

They obediently followed Carlo's orders. When the training ground was empty, Cyrene approached Carlo.

"Sister, can I_,,,"

"No,,,!" cut Carlo down before Cyrene finishes her sentence.

"The injury you've sustained has not fully recovered, I'm not allowing you to practice being cut down after the mission you took was badly wounded even though the mission was successful" Carlo said firmly.

Cyrene moved her lips, but Carlo decided to ignore her.

"Exercise this time is enough. Don't push your physique any more than this before you actually recover.But I'm not forbidding you to practice shooting with Barny's condition to accompany you and after you change the bandage on your shoulder," carlo said in an indisputable tone.

Disappointed, Cyrene moved from her place to the cottage where everyone was resting.

In a doldrums, Cyrene enters her room, puts a bandage on a dirty laundry basket and heads to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Cyrene stared at herself in the mirror of the sink, washed her face slowly and took off her clothes.

"Aahh,, fuck,,,!" his his hiss when he found blood stains on his clothes was located on the lower shoulder.

"His wound was open again" he muttered softly as he threw the rough shirt in his hand where another dirty garment lay.

As much as possible, Cyrene cleans out any blood spots that spread with the help of a mirror. Entering the room next to the wastefel, Cyrene drained the water on her body to avoid the injured part slowly.

A minute later Cyrene came out of her room wearing shorts and a shirt that was left open with sleeveless clothes inside.

His steps stopped in front of a door with the words #Medical Room# above him.Slowly he knocked on the door.

Geck,,,

Geck,,,

Geck,,,

"Come in," a hoarse voice rang out answering from within. Without hesitation, Cyrene entered the room greeted with a friendly smile a man wearing a white shirt with a computer in front of him.

"Ren's bandage change?" ask her with a familiar tone.

"Not changing, but my wounds are open again" Cyrene replied casually.

Looking quickly and with widened eyes, she stood up and asked Cyrene to sit in the chair without a backrest.

"Don't look at me like that, Glen!" cyrene said with a smile on her lips.

Cyrene nodded and sat down while lowering her shirt. Meanwhile Glen prepared a new bandage, a cotton swab and a disinfectant liquid.

"You're a very self-injuring hobby, aren't you?" glen began to purge the blood that had spread. Carefully, he began to open the bandage on Cyrene's boat.

"Did I get a new record?" answer Cyrene chuckled.

"Please Ren, it's not a compliment, and you know that?" glen began administering the drug to Cyrene's wounds after the blood was cleared.

Cyrene straightened her body when the medicine Glen had given hit her skin.

"Trust Glen, I know more than anyone who knows" Cyrene replied.

"And I know it's a lie" Glen replied.

Cyrene chuckled and straightened up again.

"illness?" glen asked worriedly.

"Little," he answered briefly.

An elongated wound that looked more like a deep incision of a knife split his shoulder. The stitches are not completely dry and a scar of peleru is lodged on the other side of the shoulder.

"Is it still a long time until the stitches are removed?"ask Cyrene.

"By looking at this now, I'm afraid the answer is yes, still a long time. It even takes longer than it should," Glen replied.

"Can't you take a break from everything related to Ren's mission or training?at least until this stitch is removed," asked Glen worriedly.

"No," answered Cyrene flatly.

Glen gave a long sigh.

"Even an Carlo has a hard time dealing with your stubbornness, do you know that?" glen Sindir.

"I didn't ask him to face me" Cyrene replied.

"Stop acting like you don't know while you know clearly what's in front of you, Ren!" welcome Glen a little upset.

"Well,, okay, well, I'm not going to practice anything after this.You're happy?" dengus Cyrene's.

"Can you promise that, Ren?"glen asked in disbelief.

"Geez,, Glen, don't you believe me?" Cyrene groans.

"As far as I know, you won't do what you say when you don't promise" Glen replied.

"Ohh,, Is that so?" ask Cyrene.

"Ren,," Glen reminded.

"well,, okay, okay, I promise, okay?" cyrene replied a little annoyed.

"Thank you more clearly Ren!" glen said, a small grin growing on the corner of his lips.

"I promise I won't practice anything after this. Are you happy?" cyrene said annoyed.

"Very," Glen replied smilingly.

"At least until this day is over" Cyrene added.

"Bas stubborn!" grunts Glen.

Cyrene laughed at Glen's reply.Unfortunately he was in a position to turn his back on Glen, so could not see his face when Glen was upset.

"OK,, finished," said Glen.

Cyrene raised her shirt again and turned to look at Glen.

"Looking at you is really the best eye medicine" Cyrene smiled.

Glen raised his eyebrows.

"What do you want to say?" ask Glen.

"What came to my mind" Cyrene answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Almost all of the time I see only those who are bare-chested or wearing their tight shirts with sweat drenching their bodies" Cyrene said.

"And seeing you like this is really different," he added.

"Are you flirting with me?" asked Glen squinted his eyes.

"I'm not going to pull my words to ask you to rest just because you're saying sweet things to me" Glen said.

"Curtain,"lips Cyrene.

"Go back to your room!" glen's orders.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm in the room now" Cyrene replied lethargic.

Glen smiled with a nod of his head.

Listening, Cyrene moved from her seat to the door, then turned her head once more.

"Glen,," call Cyrene.

"What.?" Glen replied and looked at Cyrene in surprise.

"What I said earlier is true, not to tempt you or to ask you to withdraw your words. But I say it because it is so. Glen's Night!" cyrene said then turned around and closed the door.

Leaving Glen glued to his place staring at the door.

'Sucks,, he says so without caring about me hearing it, ' he moans.

While Cyrene walked in light steps leaving Glen's room towards her room.

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