[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: A Vice-Captain's Tale - Suggestion #4
Title: A Vice-Captain's Tale - Suggestion #4
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,880
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their jobs would differ so vastly from their expectations. Tyler has really been missing out.
Notes: Ah, I meant to finish this fic very quickly, but like many of my projects, it kind of fell to the wayside! *casts Resurrection* This chapter has been stuck in limbo for the longest time because I couldn't get the punchline to work. XD;; Ah, this silly fic and its punchlines that fall flat... XD;; Anyway, I'm attempting to update my various fics, hahahahahahaha. *awkward laughter continues*
Suggestion #3: Plant New Trees
Suggestion #4: Buy New Clothes
"Tyler, Tyler, have you been cooped up here the entire time?" asked a snobby voice full of disbelief.
No...
I wish I had been, but I really hadn't had much of a chance to stay cooped up, not with how I'd been dragged off to see Knight-Captain Storm get slapped, to clean closets only to witness Knight-Captain Cloud manifest from one, to build doors only to have Knight-Captain Blaze destroy my original one...
Instead of answering, I whirled around, lunged, and jabbed at the person who had come to bother me. No, I hadn't gone crazy. I just really wanted to keep him on his feet.
Okay, maybe I was just the teeniest bit miffed at all the distractions. And I still hadn't gotten over my broken door.
Startled, his eyes widened. He dodged and drew his sword but yelped when our blades crashed and his glanced to the side. He hurriedly grabbed his sword hilt with his right hand too, or else his sword would have been flung out of his grasp. He had never been particularly good with a sword.
"What's wrong with spending my time practicing?" I asked and straightened back up. I slid my sword back into its scabbard. "In fact, you spend too little time practicing. That's a pathetic stance. You've been slacking off."
Vice-Captain Moon scowled and stepped backward to put more distance between us. He gingerly placed his sword away and then cradled his hand. "No fair, you didn't attack any of the others when they came to find you," he grumbled, hands now occupied with fixing his clothes, making sure they were impeccable. Then, he ran a hand through his long hair and swept it behind his shoulders. That hair of his was as impractical as impractical could be and certainly always got in his way. No wonder his sword skills are lacking.
He looked me up and down, and while his expression was nowhere as haughty as Knight-Captain Moon's, it was close enough to make me frown.
"What?" I asked.
Shaking his head, he asked incredulously, "What are you wearing?"
His voice made it sound like I had made some grave blunder in my choice of clothes. I didn't even bother looking down at myself before I answered. "My training outfit."
I'd been training. Of course I would be dressed for it.
"Why is it so dreary?" he questioned.
"It's not dreary. It's practical."
"That won't do. That won't do at all." He shook his head, lips turned downward in disapproval.
Why not? What's wrong with being dressed for training?
It was like we were speaking two different languages about two different things. My clothes were perfectly fine, but I found myself being dragged off once again, this time on account of my clothes being "too dreary."
It seemed that I would never be able to train in peace.
According to Vice-Captain Moon, there was a lot that was wrong with my clothes. But anyone's clothes would be considered dreary in comparison to what he always wore.
His clothes were embroidered with fine threads, and I daresay the main material that he wore was silk, a material that could tear very easily. Don't even mention fighting in it. The style of his clothing was actually quite similar to what his captain wore. It was as impractical as his hair and perhaps a large factor in why he was a mid-range fighter. Staying out of enemy range meant having less of a chance of damaging his clothes from close scuffles.
Is he perhaps emulating his captain?
"You need to get out more, Tyler," he said with a scary gleam in his eyes, cutting me off from my musings, "And update your wardrobe."
I saw no need for either, but Vice-Captain Moon was a force to be reckoned with when it came to appearances. I found myself in a clothing store that I'd never stepped foot in before, but we were greeted heartily the moment we entered, as if we were long time customers.
Well, maybe he was one. He was now conversing with the shopkeeper, who was chatting with him non-stop, seemingly without the need to stop for breath. It was quite an amazing feat, one that made me stare.
If I could regulate my breathing as well as the shopkeeper, there would be no limits to the techniques I could develop!
I kept analyzing what the shopkeeper was doing, but as I watched him, both men turned and glanced at me. I felt a chill come over me that had nothing to do with how much or how little I was wearing.
Not long after, I ended up with a bundle of clothes in my arms, my unease coming true. I was ushered into a changing room and given the command not to reemerge until I had changed.
I looked down at the clothes, not quite sure how this turn of events had come about.
What's going on here?
After several changes of clothes, I was about to lose my mind when I was declared "sharp-looking" and thus was no longer required to keep trying on more clothes.
Even if my current outfit made me look sharp, I couldn't help pulling at the collar. It was scratchy.
My hand got knocked away by my fellow vice-captain. When I looked up, I saw that he had changed his attire too. The one he had chosen for himself was as flashy as ever. All at once, I was glad that the outfit I'd ended up in was not as ridiculous as what he was wearing. In fact, I might even call these clothes, "down-to-earth."
Compared to his clothing, anything else is definitely down-to-earth...
"We'll take these," he said.
"Wha-"
Before I could even get a full word into the open, he paid the shopkeeper and ushered me out.
"Tyler, you're a vice-captain, aren't you?" he asked once we were outside.
"Well, of course," I replied, offended that he had even needed to ask. I might not have been operating in the capacity of a usual vice-captain for very long, but I was still a vice-captain.
Do I really inspire such little confidence...
He sighed and shook his head. "You really don't get it, do you?"
"What don't I get?"
He gestured at himself, and then he gestured at me. His gestures weren't very helpful at all. After a moment where I just stared at him, he tugged on his hair, stamped his feet, and pointed a finger at me. "You're a vice-captain, just like me! That means you need to look the part!"
By dressing in flashy clothes...?
Seriously, my training outfit was perfectly fine. In fact, flashy clothes were completely unsuitable for stealth, and stealth was of the utmost importance for the Hell Knight Platoon.
"Come on, I'll show you!"
I ended up shadowing Vice-Captain Moon during his patrol of the city in his attempt to "show me," whatever that meant. He had his head held up high as he led the Moon Knight Platoon through the streets. As they patrolled, they stopped now and then to speak to the citizens. It might have been my imagination, but they seemed to be speaking mostly to women, and many of them were quite tall...
Everywhere they went, they were followed by whispers and giggles. Not only were Vice-Captain Moon's clothes flashy, the rest of the platoon was not all that far off from his ridiculousness. Juxtaposed with the plain clothing of the common folk, the moon knights stuck out like a sore thumb. I got a few glances myself, along with some giggles, most likely because of my proximity with the flashy moon knights.
That only made me pull at my collar even more.
Near the end of the day, Knight-Captain Moon came to join us. When he arrived, he looked down his nose at me with a haughty expression. He didn't even speak one word to me before he moved to the front of the platoon, his head held high. In fact, he didn't even give a nod to his vice-captain to acknowledge his existence. All he did was blink his eyes at his vice-captain!
However, when he got into position at the front of the platoon, I couldn't deny that the entire platoon looked impressive. Knight-Captain Moon's appearance was neat and elegant, giving him a regal air. With the way his platoon was dressed, it felt more like he was being followed by an entourage rather than a platoon of holy knights. If I thought the platoon had garnered attention before this, well, I hadn't been wrong, but now they were garnering even more attention with Knight-Captain Moon in the middle of it. There was no shortage of women who had stopped in their steps to stare.
Vice-Captain Moon dropped back to match my pace.
"What's eating at you now?" he asked.
"Nothing much," I said. "It's just that the Moon Knight Platoon sure makes for quite a sight on the eyes."
"See, what did I tell you?" Vice-Captain Moon flashed me a smirk. "Looking the part is important."
I could tell that he had definitely managed to accomplish something here, though I wasn't quite sure what it was. "What I don't get is why all of you decided to wear such flashy clothing..."
It wasn't like they themselves were the Moon Knight, so why had they all decided to dress themselves up so lavishly? It no doubt hindered their motions.
Vice-Captain Moon clicked his tongue and twirled a strand of his hair around his finger. "This is where your lack of experience is rearing its head. You've got to dress the part."
Confused, I looked between Vice-Captain Moon and his captain. I tilted my head. Knight-Captain Moon's clothing was quite extravagant, but since the rest of the platoon was pretty much dressed in the same way, he didn't completely look like a weirdo.
Oh, is that why Vice-Captain Moon always dresses in a similar fashion? Is he trying to make it so that his captain doesn't feel out of place?
I looked back at Vice-Captain Moon. I'd really underestimated him. I hadn't known he was so considerate.
"Thank you for the clothes," I said belatedly, realizing that I'd never thanked him. It was nice of him to give me a gift and to show me the ropes. "But..."
A sudden realization struck me.
But... in order to match my captain, wouldn't that mean I'd need to wear a skin-tight leotard?
...
Maybe I wasn't as prepared to be a vice-captain as I had thought.
I fell silent for a moment. Then, ashamed that I'd never thought of how my captain must feel being the only one wearing a leotard, I finally brought myself to ask, "Do you know where I can buy a leotard?"
If anyone knew, Vice-Captain Moon would. After all, he was clearly more of an expert on clothing than I was. However...
"Huh?" was all I received as an answer before I was greeted by a wide smile. "Oh! That might work even better! Wow, I didn't know you were so daring!"
Huh? was my only response. I once again felt like we were speaking two different languages. Maybe we were...
"Did you catch her name?"
"I did, I did!"
"Think Captain will like her?"
"He must! She's over 180 cm even without heels!"
"Our new clothes were a success!"
"Tyler was looking pretty sharp too, wasn't he?"
"I never thought he'd come with us to flirt with girls!"
The next day, I found a leotard laid out on my bed.
The Fourth Suggestion for Serving Your Captain: Buy New Clothes to Attract the Ladies to Match Your Captain so He Doesn't Feel out of Place
to be continued
HAHAHahaha...ha...ha... OTL
Suggestion #5: Enjoy Your Food
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,880
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their jobs would differ so vastly from their expectations. Tyler has really been missing out.
Notes: Ah, I meant to finish this fic very quickly, but like many of my projects, it kind of fell to the wayside! *casts Resurrection* This chapter has been stuck in limbo for the longest time because I couldn't get the punchline to work. XD;; Ah, this silly fic and its punchlines that fall flat... XD;; Anyway, I'm attempting to update my various fics, hahahahahahaha. *awkward laughter continues*
Suggestion #3: Plant New Trees
Suggestion #4: Buy New Clothes
"Tyler, Tyler, have you been cooped up here the entire time?" asked a snobby voice full of disbelief.
No...
I wish I had been, but I really hadn't had much of a chance to stay cooped up, not with how I'd been dragged off to see Knight-Captain Storm get slapped, to clean closets only to witness Knight-Captain Cloud manifest from one, to build doors only to have Knight-Captain Blaze destroy my original one...
Instead of answering, I whirled around, lunged, and jabbed at the person who had come to bother me. No, I hadn't gone crazy. I just really wanted to keep him on his feet.
Okay, maybe I was just the teeniest bit miffed at all the distractions. And I still hadn't gotten over my broken door.
Startled, his eyes widened. He dodged and drew his sword but yelped when our blades crashed and his glanced to the side. He hurriedly grabbed his sword hilt with his right hand too, or else his sword would have been flung out of his grasp. He had never been particularly good with a sword.
"What's wrong with spending my time practicing?" I asked and straightened back up. I slid my sword back into its scabbard. "In fact, you spend too little time practicing. That's a pathetic stance. You've been slacking off."
Vice-Captain Moon scowled and stepped backward to put more distance between us. He gingerly placed his sword away and then cradled his hand. "No fair, you didn't attack any of the others when they came to find you," he grumbled, hands now occupied with fixing his clothes, making sure they were impeccable. Then, he ran a hand through his long hair and swept it behind his shoulders. That hair of his was as impractical as impractical could be and certainly always got in his way. No wonder his sword skills are lacking.
He looked me up and down, and while his expression was nowhere as haughty as Knight-Captain Moon's, it was close enough to make me frown.
"What?" I asked.
Shaking his head, he asked incredulously, "What are you wearing?"
His voice made it sound like I had made some grave blunder in my choice of clothes. I didn't even bother looking down at myself before I answered. "My training outfit."
I'd been training. Of course I would be dressed for it.
"Why is it so dreary?" he questioned.
"It's not dreary. It's practical."
"That won't do. That won't do at all." He shook his head, lips turned downward in disapproval.
Why not? What's wrong with being dressed for training?
It was like we were speaking two different languages about two different things. My clothes were perfectly fine, but I found myself being dragged off once again, this time on account of my clothes being "too dreary."
It seemed that I would never be able to train in peace.
According to Vice-Captain Moon, there was a lot that was wrong with my clothes. But anyone's clothes would be considered dreary in comparison to what he always wore.
His clothes were embroidered with fine threads, and I daresay the main material that he wore was silk, a material that could tear very easily. Don't even mention fighting in it. The style of his clothing was actually quite similar to what his captain wore. It was as impractical as his hair and perhaps a large factor in why he was a mid-range fighter. Staying out of enemy range meant having less of a chance of damaging his clothes from close scuffles.
Is he perhaps emulating his captain?
"You need to get out more, Tyler," he said with a scary gleam in his eyes, cutting me off from my musings, "And update your wardrobe."
I saw no need for either, but Vice-Captain Moon was a force to be reckoned with when it came to appearances. I found myself in a clothing store that I'd never stepped foot in before, but we were greeted heartily the moment we entered, as if we were long time customers.
Well, maybe he was one. He was now conversing with the shopkeeper, who was chatting with him non-stop, seemingly without the need to stop for breath. It was quite an amazing feat, one that made me stare.
If I could regulate my breathing as well as the shopkeeper, there would be no limits to the techniques I could develop!
I kept analyzing what the shopkeeper was doing, but as I watched him, both men turned and glanced at me. I felt a chill come over me that had nothing to do with how much or how little I was wearing.
Not long after, I ended up with a bundle of clothes in my arms, my unease coming true. I was ushered into a changing room and given the command not to reemerge until I had changed.
I looked down at the clothes, not quite sure how this turn of events had come about.
What's going on here?
After several changes of clothes, I was about to lose my mind when I was declared "sharp-looking" and thus was no longer required to keep trying on more clothes.
Even if my current outfit made me look sharp, I couldn't help pulling at the collar. It was scratchy.
My hand got knocked away by my fellow vice-captain. When I looked up, I saw that he had changed his attire too. The one he had chosen for himself was as flashy as ever. All at once, I was glad that the outfit I'd ended up in was not as ridiculous as what he was wearing. In fact, I might even call these clothes, "down-to-earth."
Compared to his clothing, anything else is definitely down-to-earth...
"We'll take these," he said.
"Wha-"
Before I could even get a full word into the open, he paid the shopkeeper and ushered me out.
"Tyler, you're a vice-captain, aren't you?" he asked once we were outside.
"Well, of course," I replied, offended that he had even needed to ask. I might not have been operating in the capacity of a usual vice-captain for very long, but I was still a vice-captain.
Do I really inspire such little confidence...
He sighed and shook his head. "You really don't get it, do you?"
"What don't I get?"
He gestured at himself, and then he gestured at me. His gestures weren't very helpful at all. After a moment where I just stared at him, he tugged on his hair, stamped his feet, and pointed a finger at me. "You're a vice-captain, just like me! That means you need to look the part!"
By dressing in flashy clothes...?
Seriously, my training outfit was perfectly fine. In fact, flashy clothes were completely unsuitable for stealth, and stealth was of the utmost importance for the Hell Knight Platoon.
"Come on, I'll show you!"
I ended up shadowing Vice-Captain Moon during his patrol of the city in his attempt to "show me," whatever that meant. He had his head held up high as he led the Moon Knight Platoon through the streets. As they patrolled, they stopped now and then to speak to the citizens. It might have been my imagination, but they seemed to be speaking mostly to women, and many of them were quite tall...
Everywhere they went, they were followed by whispers and giggles. Not only were Vice-Captain Moon's clothes flashy, the rest of the platoon was not all that far off from his ridiculousness. Juxtaposed with the plain clothing of the common folk, the moon knights stuck out like a sore thumb. I got a few glances myself, along with some giggles, most likely because of my proximity with the flashy moon knights.
That only made me pull at my collar even more.
Near the end of the day, Knight-Captain Moon came to join us. When he arrived, he looked down his nose at me with a haughty expression. He didn't even speak one word to me before he moved to the front of the platoon, his head held high. In fact, he didn't even give a nod to his vice-captain to acknowledge his existence. All he did was blink his eyes at his vice-captain!
However, when he got into position at the front of the platoon, I couldn't deny that the entire platoon looked impressive. Knight-Captain Moon's appearance was neat and elegant, giving him a regal air. With the way his platoon was dressed, it felt more like he was being followed by an entourage rather than a platoon of holy knights. If I thought the platoon had garnered attention before this, well, I hadn't been wrong, but now they were garnering even more attention with Knight-Captain Moon in the middle of it. There was no shortage of women who had stopped in their steps to stare.
Vice-Captain Moon dropped back to match my pace.
"What's eating at you now?" he asked.
"Nothing much," I said. "It's just that the Moon Knight Platoon sure makes for quite a sight on the eyes."
"See, what did I tell you?" Vice-Captain Moon flashed me a smirk. "Looking the part is important."
I could tell that he had definitely managed to accomplish something here, though I wasn't quite sure what it was. "What I don't get is why all of you decided to wear such flashy clothing..."
It wasn't like they themselves were the Moon Knight, so why had they all decided to dress themselves up so lavishly? It no doubt hindered their motions.
Vice-Captain Moon clicked his tongue and twirled a strand of his hair around his finger. "This is where your lack of experience is rearing its head. You've got to dress the part."
Confused, I looked between Vice-Captain Moon and his captain. I tilted my head. Knight-Captain Moon's clothing was quite extravagant, but since the rest of the platoon was pretty much dressed in the same way, he didn't completely look like a weirdo.
Oh, is that why Vice-Captain Moon always dresses in a similar fashion? Is he trying to make it so that his captain doesn't feel out of place?
I looked back at Vice-Captain Moon. I'd really underestimated him. I hadn't known he was so considerate.
"Thank you for the clothes," I said belatedly, realizing that I'd never thanked him. It was nice of him to give me a gift and to show me the ropes. "But..."
A sudden realization struck me.
But... in order to match my captain, wouldn't that mean I'd need to wear a skin-tight leotard?
...
Maybe I wasn't as prepared to be a vice-captain as I had thought.
I fell silent for a moment. Then, ashamed that I'd never thought of how my captain must feel being the only one wearing a leotard, I finally brought myself to ask, "Do you know where I can buy a leotard?"
If anyone knew, Vice-Captain Moon would. After all, he was clearly more of an expert on clothing than I was. However...
"Huh?" was all I received as an answer before I was greeted by a wide smile. "Oh! That might work even better! Wow, I didn't know you were so daring!"
Huh? was my only response. I once again felt like we were speaking two different languages. Maybe we were...
"Did you catch her name?"
"I did, I did!"
"Think Captain will like her?"
"He must! She's over 180 cm even without heels!"
"Our new clothes were a success!"
"Tyler was looking pretty sharp too, wasn't he?"
"I never thought he'd come with us to flirt with girls!"
The next day, I found a leotard laid out on my bed.
The Fourth Suggestion for Serving Your Captain: Buy New Clothes to Attract the Ladies to Match Your Captain so He Doesn't Feel out of Place
to be continued
HAHAHahaha...ha...ha... OTL
Suggestion #5: Enjoy Your Food