Exodus had to admit, Yoko knew how to make him feel better. Maybe Harbinger's spirit found her way into Yoko's body. Even though he knew that wasn't the case, it helped him to entertain the thought.
"The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step" he heard the quote play in his mind, words of wisdom from an elder of one of the few villages that offered the Trio sanctuary.
Exodus could definitely go for something to eat; that little exercise regiment he did made him hungrier than usual, but that was because he gave his other deer as an attempt to get Kamina and Yoko off his back. And he knew just how well that worked. "Yeah, food sounds good" he said with a nod as he followed Yoko out the door.
*three weeks later*
Lyos was definitely in the worst shape of his life; untreated bullet holes and stab wounds festered, they gave him only the minimum amount of food needed to survive, and he was often too weak to stand. And even still, his resolve proved to be as strong as it was. They couldn't get another word out of him despite his name, rank, and commanding officer. And still, no Beastman patrols came anywhere near Littner.
During the downtime from the interrogations, Kamina and Exodus trained; it had taken some convincing, but Kamina finally did forgive Exodus for his harsh words. He even commented on Exodus' seemingly natural combat ability; Exodus explained that CQC was his specialty, and preferred to solve combat scenarios at close range.
Exodus was now at about 70-75% strength; his form had now taken on considerable muscle, though he was still a bit thinner than he once was. Still, his height of six feet, eight inches made him quite the oddity around Littner. But, that would come back with due time.
He grew strong enough over the three-weekperiod to where he went on a few hunting duties with either Yoko or Kamina, or in one instance both. He had shown them at that time how he caught those two deer when they chastised him the first time three weeks ago; again, not the smartest move in the book, for it promptly earned him a smack on the back of the head. However, Kamina was fairly impressed that Exodus could wrestle a deer like that.
On this very day, Exodus had decided to finally go see this mechanic everyone talked about. Getting some directions, along with wary glances, he found his way to the machine shop. "Hello? I'm looking for a Leeron Littner?" Exodus called into the busy shop; pretty soon, the
weirdest-looking man he'd ever seen appeared from behind a Gunman.
"Oh, hello, dear! It's so nice of you to finally visit! But please, everyone here just calls me Ron!" Ron said cheerfully as he came forward. Exodus just gave a small nod, "Right. Simon told me you were the one that fixed my gauntlets." Ron's hands went to his cheeks, "Oh, that's right! I bet you're wondering how they are! Well, ol' Ronnie toiled and toiled, but I got them fixed for you! Be right back!" He then dashed off to some back part; Exodus just chuckled. He'd met a few oddball characters in his travels, but this guy seemed on a whole other level. Still, he was nice enough.
As Ron came back with the gauntlets on a small cart, Exodus couldn't believe it; his gauntlets shined like new. "Holy....." Exodus said; Ron gave an effeminate giggle as he replied, "You like? Well, don't just gawk, as beautiful as they are! Try them on!" Exodus picked up the semi-heavy gauntlets and put them on over his broad hands; they felt lighter than normal. "Hmm, these feel...different. Lighter."
Ron nodded, "Well, of course! I had to use a different alloy to repair the damage; they were almost at the irreparable stage, I'll tell you. I still don't see why you had to use such a heavy casing, that must have been horrible for your posture! But anyways, I also made some modifications that should allow the knuckle spikes to be driven forward with greater force and less energy. But tell me, who made these? The concept is ingenious!" Exodus looked at Ron and said, "They were my design. I used some spare Gunman parts to make these."
Ron looked at Exodus in shock; Exodus just chuckled and said, "You'll catch less flies with your mouth closed." Ron seemed to snap back to reality as he said with a sheepish grin, "I'm so sorry, but I didn't expect you to be the mastermind of these beautiful weapons! How did you come up with a from-scratch design?"
Their discussion soon turned from just Exodus' stroke of genius to the actual mechanisms of the devices, then turned even further as to how it could be implemented in some of the Gunmen.