The Way of the Operator

"Test...?" Narata muttered with evident excitement. 

Although she had previously studied to become an Operator and even passed the exam, she had forgotten some information during her time as a Phantom and needed to brush up on her knowledge.

"Sure, but, I'm not talking about the technical stuff they teach at the academy. You know that without me, after all, you're here because you always wanted to be an Operator and not a Phantom." Tron said calmly, but his voice was serious and oppressive. 

Then, Tron waved his hand.

"Riska, slice my pancakes."

She didn't even hesitate to proceed to do Tron's order with a genuine smile on her face.

"Narata, you must realize that you are a failure." Tron said harshly, looking down at her from above.

Narata shuddered. She knew Tron was stern, but she was not prepared for this at all.