Nai-s Training Diary -final- -banana King- [ DELUXE · SECRETS ]

She had trained for this. Twelve months of dodging falling coconuts in the Tropics of Doom. Meditation beneath the hum of fluorescent ripening chambers. She had learned to split a banana hair-splittingly thin with a single chopstick. But nothing prepared her for the Peel of Command .

The King raised his scepter. The air warped. Nai-s felt her joints loosen, her tendons turning to mush. “Yield,” the King rumbled, not unkindly. “All ripen. All rot. It is the way of the bunch.” Nai-s Training Diary -Final- -Banana King-

The Banana King’s compound eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.” She had trained for this