“Your reflexes are passable; your body still moves like reeds in the wind—it needs tightening.” As Xiao Qianxue limped to the sofa, Hoshina queued up the footage like a glowing scroll.

“Good thing you didn’t try to block those rounds with the Eternal Twin Stars, or my heart would’ve shattered like thin ice.” Hoshina flickered, appearing beside the blond girl sprawled on the cushions.

“Ha... even if you told me to, I couldn’t have blocked them.” Little Loli curled into the sofa, fingers grazing skin bruised blue like stormclouds.

“Hands off. We’ll restore you fully when you head out.” Hoshina traced a rainbow ring in the air, imperfect as a smudged halo, then waved it away like mist. “Most guns here are now one‑of‑a‑kind, forged by master smiths across the world, and also...”

“Also stolen from four corners,” Bloo said, tea steaming like morning fog as he appeared by another sofa.

“Don’t make it sound ugly—call them spoils.” Hoshina pouted, lips like a cherry seed.

“So my Eternal Twin Stars are unique too?” Xiao Qianxue lifted the black half, spinning a gun‑flower in her palm.

“Not that set. They made five pairs back then. I saw the Organization had one, so I borrowed it like moonlight in my sleeve.”

“Alright...” Borrowed meant never returning; she smirked like a cat with cream.

“It’s a great testbed. I made several upgrades on the Eternal Twin Stars, but their time hasn’t bloomed yet.”

“Training starts.” Bloo set his empty cup on the glass table like ice on a lake, then stood.

“Nooo, I just sat down.” The blond girl pouted, starry eyes glittering like night sky; her long, soft gold hair spilled like sunlight over sofa arms, beauty cute enough to snare any gaze—only pity—

Xiao Qianxue launched a Starry‑Eyes Attack at Bloo!

(Ineffective.)

“Enough, kid. Quit the cutesy stuff. I’m the only girl who can move Bloo.” Hoshina floated again, smug as a drifting petal.

“Uuugh! Meanie!” Xiao Qianxue stood, bristling like a tiny hedgehog.

“Gear up, or you’ll really suffer.” Bloo loosened up, grabbed a pistol from the rack, slid in special ammo, and—click—snapped off the safety like a cicada’s shell.

“Work hard; I’m off to the job.” Hoshina snapped her fingers; she scattered into a flurry of pink stars that faded like dawn haze.

“Slow grind or a fast track?” Bloo stripped off his blue mechanical gloves, metal chill gleaming like winter water.

“Fast track, of course!”

“It’ll hurt,” he said, voice steady like a drumbeat. “I’ll isolate every gun‑fu step, then use it to attack you. Until you dodge clean and counter with the same form, we won’t move on.”

She felt dread prick like nettles, yet listened word by word; Bloo rarely spoke this much. “Got it. Just... go easy on me...”

“No accidents. At least not today.”

“Not... today...”

They entered the training hall like stepping into a moonlit courtyard. “This set’s called Moon Fade. It’s for handling multiple foes.” Mannequins bloomed beside Bloo like a field of stalks.

Bloo breathed deep, then flicked both pistols; at once the models surged like a drum‑led charge—some kicked, some fired, some punched like falling hail.

Xiao Qianxue watched, heart tight like a knotted cord, guessing his next move. Bloo nudged a heel back; his body vanished into the circling models like a fish into reeds. A dozen attacks fell into empty air like rain on stone.

She looked up; Bloo spun in midair, a hawk turning on the wind. Bang, bang, bang, bang. His body whirled fast; bullets blossomed like petals in all directions, recoil carving angles for the next strike like a chisel in air.

Near the ground, Bloo kicked hard into a mannequin like a springboard, spun again, raised a hand, and angled the muzzle above another’s crown. Bang. Splinters flew like snow, skittering to Xiao Qianxue’s feet.

Moments later, Bloo ended the fight and drifted back beside her like a falling leaf. “This set uses aerial agility to deliver lethal strikes. Near landing, borrow an enemy’s body to rise again.”

“Feels like dancing,” the blond girl said, voice soft as silk.

“Looks like it suits you. Start training.” Bloo shrugged and sank onto a sofa like a stone in a pond.

“Time to shine.” Her golden pupils pin‑pointed like stars; her body ghosted forward, feinting toward the repaired models like a fox through wheat.

“Ow!!” Power misjudged, Little Loli tumbled into the mannequins like a dropped kite; a fist whooshed in like a gust.

“Eek!!”

What followed was the orchestra of someone falling from midair and getting thoroughly pounded by models—thuds and yelps like drums in a storm.

“So painful... hiss...” After who‑knew‑how‑many tries, the blond girl couldn’t rise. She lay on the floor, breath thin as thread; under the helmet, her pretty gold hair was soaked like raingrass. Her porcelain‑doll body, wrapped tight in fabric, was a map of bruise‑ink with no untouched patch.

“Hoshina, take her to recover. That’s it for today.” Bloo sipped tea, words drifting like self‑talk.

“Got it. Leave it to me.” Hoshina’s voice answered like a bell from mist.

Xiao Qianxue slipped into faintness like twilight. Tiny robots whisked in like fireflies, lifted her, and slid her into a sleek healing tube bright with tech‑glow. Clothes peeled away like shed leaves; she lay bare and still within the cylinder like a pearl.

“Beep... Treatment start!” A green light swept from one end like spring over snow, bathing every corner; bruises and swelling melted in an instant into milk‑white skin.

The healed blond girl was loaded into a Mercedes like cargo in a silver boat. The blue Mercedes roared off like a tide, engines humming deep.

Confusion first, then breath. “Uh... where am I?” Her muscles still ached like cooled iron, but less than before. “Did they already treat me?” She tugged her sleeve; the vanished marks looked like dew that never was.

“We’re here. Out.” Bloo’s voice was soft as dusk.

She reached out and forced the door open, stumbling down like a foal, almost falling.

“Continue tomorrow. Rest today.” The blue‑haired youth couldn’t help saying more, then hit the gas and slid away like a comet.

“Training’s no joke...” Xiao Qianxue unlocked her door, fell onto the bed like a stone into water, and sank into sleep.