Southern Samael Continent, Flaming Valley Border
Members of the Lionheart Guild were waiting near a rocky plateau.
Rebecca and Martin sat around a stone slab, each focusing on two sets of handgun parts.
Across from them, Nacho stood holding a pocket watch in each hand.

“Synchronize your time,” Nacho said. “Begin.”

At his command, Rebecca and Martin began rapidly assembling the handgun parts.
Rebecca quickly pieced hers together, finishing with a fully assembled gun. She even ejected the empty rounds from the magazine before Martin was halfway done.

Martin sighed, placing his unfinished gun on the table.
“I already know I can’t beat you. Why do you keep dragging me into this?”

“Do you know why?” Rebecca asked, taking his unfinished gun and smoothly placing both pistols back into her thigh holsters.

Martin shook his head. “No idea.”
“Well, I’m not going to tell you. Figure it out yourself.”

Rebecca stuck out her tongue, tugging at the tip of her ponytail with a playful smirk.