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Sleep
on
the
night
before
the
battle
was
an
extension
of
training
.
For
some
reason
,
my
body
never
grew
fatigued
.
The
only
thing
I
brought
with
me
were
my
memories
and
the
skills
I
’
d
mastered
.
I
spent
the
night
tossing
and
turning
,
my
mind
replaying
the
movements
it
had
learned
the
previous
day
as
it
burned
the
program
into
my
brain
.
I
had
to
be
able
to
do
what
I
couldn
’
t
the
last
time
through
the
loop
,
to
kill
the
Mimics
I
couldn
’
t
kill
,
to
save
the
friends
I
couldn
’
t
save
.
Like
doing
an
iso
push
-
up
in
my
mind
.
My
own
private
nightly
torment
.
I
awoke
in
battle
mode
.
Like
a
pilot
flipping
through
switches
before
takeoff
,
I
inspected
myself
one
part
at
a
time
,
checking
for
any
muscles
that
might
have
knotted
up
overnight
.
I
didn
’
t
skip
so
much
as
a
pinky
toe
.
Rotating
ninety
degrees
on
my
ass
,
I
sprang
out
of
bed
and
opened
my
eyes
.
I
blinked
.
My
vision
blurred
.
The
room
was
different
.
The
prime
minister
’
s
head
wasn
’
t
staring
out
at
me
from
atop
the
swimsuit
model
.
By
the
time
I
noticed
,
it
was
too
late
;
my
foot
missed
a
platform
that
wasn
’
t
there
and
my
inertia
sent
me
tumbling
from
the
bed
.
My
head
slammed
into
a
tile
-
covered
floor
,
and
I
finally
realized
where
I
was
.
Sunlight
shone
through
layers
of
blast
-
resistant
glass
and
spilled
across
the
vast
,
airy
room
.
An
artificial
breeze
from
the
purifier
poured
over
my
body
as
I
lay
sprawled
on
the
floor
.
The
thick
walls
and
glass
completely
blocked
out
the
sounds
of
the
base
that
were
usually
so
loud
in
my
ears
.
I
was
in
the
Sky
Lounge
.
In
a
base
of
exposed
steel
and
khaki
-
colored
,
fire
-
retardant
wood
,
this
was
the
one
and
only
properly
appointed
room
.
Originally
an
officers
’
meeting
room
that
doubled
as
a
reception
hall
,
the
night
view
of
Uchibo
through
its
multilayered
glass
would
have
fetched
a
good
price
.
As
nice
as
the
view
was
,
it
was
a
lousy
place
to
wake
up
,
unless
you
were
a
mountain
goat
or
a
dedicated
hermit
with
a
love
of
heights
.
Or
you
could
be
Yonabaru
.
I
’
d
heard
he
had
some
secret
spot
up
here
one
floor
higher
than
even
the
officers
were
allowed
to
go
.
"
His
love
nest
,
"
we
called
it
.
More
like
a
love
aerie
.
Looking
out
across
the
ocean
I
could
see
the
gentle
curve
of
the
horizon
.
Uchibo
beach
was
dimly
visible
through
the
morning
mist
.
Triangles
of
waves
rose
,
turned
to
foam
,
and
faded
back
into
the
sea
.
Beyond
those
waves
lay
the
island
the
Mimics
had
made
their
spawning
grounds
.
For
a
moment
,
I
thought
I
saw
a
bolt
of
bright
green
shoot
through
the
surf
.
I
blinked
my
eyes
.
It
had
only
been
a
glint
of
sunlight
on
the
water
.
"
You
certainly
slept
well
last
night
.
"
Rita
stood
over
me
,
having
walked
in
from
the
other
room
.
