(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Getting back into uniform

The rest of the night went by without any problems. The Captain didn’t stop by, and Kellen spent his night reading and going over the plan for tomorrow. He made sure he cleaned up properly, his outfit was perfect for tomorrow, and that he had a large, calorie dense meal for dinner.

He had a hard time sleeping, so before his alarm went off for the morning, he decided to head down to the gym early. He’d already missed out on what he would consider a proper work out because of yesterday, so he could go in a little bit early. He would need to make sure his body was warmed up and ready for the rest of the day.

He had a towel around his neck when he scanned himself into the gym, only to have Brent turn around as he was putting some plates onto a weight bench with no one else in the gym. They blinked at each other, before Kellen shook his head with a sigh, and quietly the two worked out together.

Brent had a dark storm cloud around him, and since Kellen knew he wasn’t much of a talker when it came to himself, Kellen didn’t ask. He did hope that helping him push himself, harder and harder, would help him work out whatever was bothering him. He knew Brent was a professional, but at the same time, he wanted him to be in a good mood today. It was a big day, and he wanted them both to be proud and in a good mood at the end of it.

Brent was only wearing a t-shirt, showing off his actual prosthetic arm instead of just showing off the hand joints, so as more early rising Espers came into the gym, the more pointed stares Brent received. Kellen couldn’t help that the stupid words that Hill had said yesterday kept floating in his head. Which meant he glared at the Espers whenever Brent had his back turned.

Finally, when the time for when they would normally leave the gym arrived, the two of them finished up, headed for the showers, and then headed for the elevator before separating and going for their own apartments. They had planned that when they were both ready, they would meet again in front of the gym. The reason being, that they weren’t wearing the classic Guild Guide uniforms, and instead, were going to wear their Field Guide uniforms.

Unlike normal Guide uniforms, which had variety depending on which organisation you worked for, Field Guide uniforms were universal. And all black. They had to wear black combat boots, and all black cargo pants with plenty of pockets. All pockets were utilized, and either held emergency rations, weapons, potions, or medicine. They always wore a black tank top underneath their top for an extra layer of protection, before they would pull on their regular top. It was a tight fitting armoured shirt. It wasn’t solid black, and instead was slightly reflective like snake skin. This was due to the fabric, or skin that the shirt was made out of.

The look was finished off with several leather straps across their body, meant to hold weapons, potions and more rations. Then, depending on the environment, they’d either have a long jacket with several pockets that also acted as armour, or shorted leather jacket with pockets that also acted as armour, and a backpack with other supplies. Obviously, you could tell which variation Kellen preferred, and which one Brent preferred.

All in all, it was a fairly tight outfit, and you could always tell who was a Field Guide on the front lines. They looked like the fucking grim reapers compared to the fluffy, bright Guide uniforms of other Guilds. Especially the Peach Guild.

Kellen, who hadn’t worn this outfit for several months, checked himself in the bathroom mirror to make sure there wasn’t a strand out of place. Thankfully, even though the uniform was tight, it was surprisingly stretchy, so even with Kellen’s growth, it still fit him. That being said, the leather straps were a little tight. He’d probably have to get some more custom ordered in. It was slightly surprising to him, since this was his largest set of straps yet.

He stepped back, looking himself over, and it felt very nostalgic. He’d told himself he would never wear this uniform again, and yet, here he was, paired up, in the Saturn Guild, wearing his old uniform. If he was a sentimental man, he felt that he would have cried.