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“...Mrrfff.”
Hunter training is a piece of cake. It could be because the more gruelling parts of it are not suited for children and thus, kept for later, but everything else...
Most of what goes into learning to be a good monster hunter (besides the whole “learning to smack them with any number of weapons”) is already somewhat second nature to her - reading monsters, not losing your cool and trusting your fight instinct rather than your flight instinct at the right times, being generally energetic, thinking of restocking your pouch every time you go out...
It all feels normal, not even that much different from what she’s gotten used to with all of her wandering about. Hell, even roping monsters and the occasionnal Grimalkyne into seizing a good opportunity is something she can do, and that’s palico stuff! Takes a lil’ chin wiggle but, they’re usually easier to talk to than your regular human.
However, there’s one part of hunting that she’s... undestandably having some trouble with.
Hunters go in groups - more is bad luck, less is the way of the thrill-seeker and the loner, not of the successful. Being a mostly silent person does not make cooperating with your teammates easy. Verbally ordering people around or warning them that you’re going to do /something/, from dropping a rock onto a monster’s head to simply telling them you’re on toilet break, is clean out of the window. And Cornelia knows a thing or two about people not being patient enough, or willing to understand nonverbal cues.
Well, here’s to hoping it gets better, eventually.
Tis rather quiet around here. Cornelia is starting to feel... that it’s maybe a bit too quiet.
...Then again, when a regular day is seeing monsters yeeting each other from your window, everything is calm in comparison.
Cornelia... doesn’t hate monsters. She knows to give them a wide berth and plenty of respect, but unlike some youths or... adults, that were one day wronged by those animals, may it be by almost being eaten, or seeing their property and family slain by one, she does not hate them. She admits they’re a constant of nature, they simply exist, with all their instincts and inner lack of predictability, necessary to the world’s survival. To live without coming to blows is impossible, for every living thing must fight to stay on top in that world. To assert their place in the balance that is life and death, and one should work to carve out the best place they can, in that mosh pit that is life. To each their place, to each their fights and struggles.
Even great beasts that threaten to turn the world upside down, she feels, are undeserving of any amount of rage and spite. They can be fought, they can be beaten, but wether they should be slain is a question that one should ponder. They belong there, as much as humans do.
But everything outside of that circle... Everything that should not be there, that hinges on malice, on petty emotions, on desires beyond one’s survival, and that threatens the world... She loathes entirely. Cruelty and outsiders have no place in the circle of life. Cornelia may be small, and not much of a fighter yet, but she strongly feels that what does not belong should be removed.
-screeches like stranded pterodactyl-
Hi am back!