Tenta was sitting in his troop. Sitting in the exact same way as all the others. Trying to force ink out of his hat. Deep down, he knew it wasn't on. The troop leader probably just liked to see kids suffer. In order to move up in the ranks, you had to do this every day. Practice ink coverage, because four-year-olds were considered low-life scum. Especially when you're a Tentakook, next to Octocopters in the rankings. Not very high. "TREYTON, PAY ATTENTION!" Couldn't they have practiced at least defensive positions? It's as if they were wanted to be vulnerable. "s-sorry, sir." "And get rid of that stutter, you wimp. REAL men don't stutter." He didn't like being yelled at in the slightest. especially not by someone who looked like one of those Pop-tarts with pink frosting. But then, salvation. An octotrooper burst into the area with a message from the faction leader. The troop leader read it, then paled slightly. "Well, CHUMPS, we need to get into battle positions. Somebody's entered the building." Some of the other kids gasped, and one even screamed. Tenta just froze. He didn't move or speak. One of the other kids noticed this. "But what about-" "QUIET!" That was it. They had forgotten him. God, he hated this habit of his. To freeze when put on the spot. Now he would die. Now he would die, and he couldn't do anything. Not like anybody cared for him anyway.
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