Reaching a pitch black room with barely any light, the vampa resisted the urge to bite his fingernails clean off. What is this place doing here? Is this some sort of punishment room? No, no, happy thoughts, Siorc, happy thoughts. Maybe it used to be a closet at some point. That had to have been in it, right? Eyes soon wandering towards him, hands were folded on the table one after another.

"Aight, well, guess I reckon I should be the first one to break the ice," Malati said, hands on the table. "Been awhile since we crossed paths, so I gotta ask ya a question. What do ya think the divine name Unhappy Bunny means? Sorry for askin' that outta the blue, but it's mighty important."

Strange inquiry coming his way, the bun resisted the urge to growl. What did that accursed mistake mean? Why in the world would he ever think about something like that? It was a blemish, a blister, a fun little game thrown down by the godbuns to see how he would react! That's all it was! Maybe he should mention all that. Talkmaster B out in front of him, he scribbled away.

[I don't think it means anything! It was a divine mistake! I was supposed to be Farmer Bunny! Farmer Bunny! My family knows that, I know that, and I'm sure my teachers back when I was at school knew that, too! Why don't you tell me what you think your divine name means while you're at it!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Eyes immediately glued to him, the bun broke into a sweat. Maybe he drew down the wrong faces there. Ah, no, he's about feel the rage of Mild Lop! He needs to apologize right now! Bowing his head, he could feel it. This is the end of the road for him, no one is going to help him train to be able to take on the gods now!

"Ya ain't gotta bow, lift up your head," Malati said, shaking her head. "I get ya, I didn't ask t' be called Mild Lop neither. But, I ain't got what it takes to fight them gods. I'll be straight with ya. I dunno what my divine name means, either. Never did." Her voice was calm. "I got one more question for ya, though before I tag Iomra in. Did ya learn about a deep dark secret?"

Expected question coming his way, the vampa nodded. Should he reveal the deep dark secret to her? No, now's not the time for that. Maybe it's best he keeps the zipper on the lip about that until the time is right. But, when would the time be right? Probably never, if he had to guess, who knows? At least, that's how things seem right now.

"I see, then I reckon ya have what it takes," Malati said, standing up from the chair. "Iomra, it's your turn."

Iomra seated on the other end, the bun drummed his fingers on the table. Do all of them seriously have to ask him a question? This is wasting precious training time! No, no, Siorc, it's fine, this is an important step to how things might turn out! Right, just cooperate for now. That's all there is to it. Eyes soon on him, he prepared himself for the next inquiry.

"Good to see you again, Siorc," Iomra greeted. "Now, it's time for my question. What are you mystical powers? You awakened yours, right?"

[I can summon a shield and turn things on my person into a weapon.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I see, well, I guess we can work with that," Iomra responded. "I'll leave you a box of gifts." His eyes then grew sharper. "Before I tag Izzet in, I have one last question for you. Do you really think you have what it takes to beat the twenty godbuns and change something?"

[I think I might, but right now, I'm not strong enough.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I see, well, don't worry, Kali's got just the thing to whip you into shape. Alright, Izzet, your turn."

Izzet looking straight at him, the vampa wondered. Why did the godbuns declare them Confused Lop? Maybe they could use a redo themselves. Maybe if he defeats the gods, he can demand all the buns with undesirable divine names get the redo that they deserve. No, he might need to find the Archgodbun for that. But, would he be able to? Maybe he should do a little more research about that before saying one way or another.

"I won't lie, when I heard that you're planning to fight the godbuns, I was a little skeptical," Izzet said, sighing. "I only have one question for you. If you do plan to fight the gods and win, what do you plan to do? I can sense you want more than just a redo on your divine name, just saying."

Spotlight ready to burn him, the bun's ears twitched. Oh, no, was it that obvious? What should he say? Palms shaking as he turned the knobs on the Talkmaster B, he could feel a weight ready to eat him alive. What should he tell Izzet? Come on, think, think. Robotic voice playing out, he crossed his fingers. Please, don't let this be the thing that makes the grass crack.

[To be honest, I want to tear apart this destiny and let everyone else who was given an unfortunate mistake a second chance to get what is truly right for them! Though, I don't know if I have what it takes. I've met some many buns that strived for something else and were dropped down with a curse. Someone needs to do something about it!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I like your energy," Izzet responded, standing up. "Alrighty, then, we'll spar with you for today. How's that sound? Follow me."

Following Izzet from behind, the bun gulped. Did he really have what it takes? Maybe they were just being nice. Finding himself in a large room with a huge circular machine in the corner of the room, the vampa hopped back. Oh no, what's this thing? He's not ready! Can he turn around? No? Ah, he's going to become a pile of cream any second now.

"The Simulation Bot Two Thousand is up and running again," Kali said. "Are you ready, Siorc?"

Nodding, the bun prepared himself. What kind of sparring match is he about to get himself into? Whatever it is, he has to prepare himself for it all all costs. He has to beat what's thrown at him no matter what. Right, he can do this, of course. Today is the day to get the ball rolling to get closer to defeating the godbuns. He can do this.

"Okay, then, we'll start once Dove comes in here," Kali responded. "But, don't think we'll be going easy on you."

Large machine glaring at him, the bun's ears twitched. What is this thing? He doesn't know, but there's something off about it. Box in the corner of the room, he hopped towards it. Sports balls waiting for him, he held in the urge to sigh. How is he supposed to turn these things into weapons? He'll probably have to figure it out as he goes along, he supposed. Dove leaping down from who knows where, the sirens were ready to pop off.

"I'll be your first opponent!" Dove shouted, curling her paws. "You'd better brace yourself!"

Simulation Bot powering on in,

Three,

Two, 

One.

Click, beep, beep, beep. Initiating the Spike Battlefield. Let's dance.

"Alright, so, here's the deal. If you manage to hit me six times, you win for today!" Dove shouted, dancing in place. "But, if I hit you six times, you're done! Oh, and, I'm not the only thing you have to be facing. Simulation bot, summon the Rhubarmbie!"

As you wish.

Ground shaking, the vampa hopped back. Summon the what now? Oh, no, this is bad, this is not going to end well! Racing towards the box in the corner, a huge rotting creature with Rhubarb aplenty ready to burn the simulation room down to the ground, the young adult huffed. Ah, great, there's no way he's going to have what it takes to turn the tables now! No, no, Siorc, come on, focus, he's got this!

Dove racing off towards the corner, she kicked who knows what. Something coming towards him, the vampa placed his hands out in front of him. Shield ready and waiting for him, he huffed. How did she get those moves down so quick? She was Dancer Lop alright. He needs to find a way to hit back before he's knocked into oblivion.

Monster stomping towards him, the farmer reached for the white ball with black hexagons on it. Think, what can make this fight turn around? Oh, he knows. Creature in the palm of his hands, a spiky gift had been awarded to the thing. Here goes nothing. Take this, Rhubarmbie! Sharp edges clamping onto them, a scream had come his way.

"You think that's enough, do you?" Dove asked. "Well, guess what? It's not! Supersonic kick!"

Metallic leg becoming one with his back, the young adult had become one with the ground. Spiky trap of doom clapping down onto him, the young adult let out a scream. Where did that come from? Scoreboard in the corner updating, he snapped his fingers. He has four hits to go before he's toast, he needs to find a way to turn this around right now!

Dove racing away again, the vampa gazed at the creatures in the box. Surely, there has to be a way to get her with these. Maybe he can have the spikes move towards the wall? Surely, that had to be something he could do. Monster about ready to take him out as well, he reached for one of his earrings. Oh, this thing is asking for it! Begone, rhubarb freak!

Creature sliced and diced, the bun jumped backed. Oh, he sees what she's planning. Well, it's not going to work this time! Earring blade gifted to Dove's feet, another scream decorated the battlefield. She could use another momentary slice right about now. She'd better what out, he's coming! Cracking his knuckles, huffs painted the room a new shade of black.

"Oh, so you saw through my trick, did you?" Dove asked, swiping her finger across her nose. "I thought I had you cornered! But, let's see if you can take this!"

Dove clapping her ears together, the vampa flapped upward. What is she planning to do? He doesn't know, but he can't let that attack claim him as a prize! He needs to get away in three, two, one. Racing off towards the opposite side of the field, he huffed. Why does it feel like there's something behind him again? Turning his head, his eyes opened wide. Oh, no, there it is. Dropped down to the ground, another scream threw itself onto the battlefield.

Fourth strike about ready to race towards him, the farmer reached for another sports ball. He has to find a way to turn this around before he's taken out of the picture! Think, what should he do? Rhubarmbie in the corner taking the hop of faith, he let the creature lead. Its head could use a nice new decoration!

Creature bonked, the vampa reached for one of his hairpins once more. There she is, she's going to get it this time! Dove's ears caught in the slicefire, the young adult took a deep breath. Take that, three hits to her three on him! Not so tough now, is she? She'd better bring it on before she's knocked down!

"Tch, you're smarter than I thought," Dove said, clicking her tongue. "Alright, but can you handle this?"

Hands clapped together, the bun gulped. Ah, no, what's she planning now? This is not good, this is not good at all. He has to hurry and fly away right now! Racing towards the opposite end of the field, the dances of doom continued. He can't let her get him, not a chance! Racing back towards the box of weapons ready in the making, he took a deep breath. Aim for her back, that'll do it. Attack charging up for what felt like a long time, he reached for a second one. The blades are ready. This time, he'll even the odds!

Back wide open, the bun let the blades do the talking. He can do this. Just one more. One more? Yes, one more will do. Three, two, one, take this! Earring blade slice! Dancer Lop knocked back, she snapped her fingers. Is that it? Did he manage to land the sixth one? Maybe he didn't. Laugh coming his way, doom loomed over him. Maybe he had messed up big time after all.

"I must admit, I thought I'd take you out!" Dove said, huffing. "I think you might have what it takes after all! How long do you plan on training here with us?"

[Until next week, maybe. I have to go to Sumazo Forest to take care of something after that.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Wait, you're going to the Sumazo Forest?!" Gloine cried. "You can't be serious! You know that place is toxic, right? There's no way you'll survive there!"

[I've been there before, I'll be fine.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Everyone growing silent, the vampa gulped. Oh, no, did he step on a land mine there? Maybe he had. What should he do, is it game over for him now? Perhaps it had been. Guess he can kiss any form of training from here on out goodbye. So much for being able to fight the gods, it's over for him.

"I reckon there's a reason he's gotta go there," Malati said, arms crossed. "Terribly sorry, Siorc, but why do you gotta go there? Ya know how fraught with danger that place be."

[They got my sister there! And, I'm not going to stand by and just watch as the godbuns use her as their trophy!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Group growing silent again, the sweat continued. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. He can kiss any future moment of practice goodbye forever. So long, farm, it's going to be burned again. So, long chances of being able to fight the gods, that's over too. Soon, he'll be Annoying Bunny, or worse yet, Villain to All Living Things, Bunny. Good game, it's been real.

"Why didn't you just say that first, sheesh?!" Iomra cried, waving his hands in the air. "Guys, I know we've had our differences, but for the next six days, we have to make sure Siorc's strong enough to kick the godbun's tails! Got it?" He then turned towards Malati. "Malati, make sure you give it your all when it's your turn."

"What do you take me for? 'Course I'll give it my all." She sighed.

"Alright, then, let's crank it up a notch for the next few sessions for today!" Dove shouted. "Get ready for this!"

Next few hours spent duking it out with mixed results, an intense wave of fatigue flowed through the bun as the third hour rolled around. Everything throbbing, the vampa plopped down onto the floor. Crawling up into a ball, he closed his eyes as sleep was ready to take him away. But, one last thought passed through the dream world as he dozed off.

Does he truly have what it takes to beat the godbuns?

Maybe he doesn't.