Canute quickly reconfirmed the battle plan and opened the air vent cover. He placed his foot into the vent, ducked down, and crawled. The gun on his hips shook and clattered.
Another member scolded. While the squad members muttered amongst themselves Inspector James Rue arrived in front of the squad. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
It wasn't their goal to exterminate the enemy, but block them. So, this much should be more than enough for the time being. Stray bullets and heavy artillery were cleared with psychic skills.
The Elu mage didn't carry any weapons, and only had one simple cane. The end of the cane had a blue crystal stuck onto it. They could feel strong, psychic energy from the crystal.
The sound was out of place from the forest. Silence, who lead the group raised his palm. The squad stopped and fell into absolute silence.
There were many soldiers who volunteered due to Corporal Zhai's influences. They could not bear to shoot Corporal Zhai. Rather, many felt inspired by him. To start with, the command had been unreasonable from the start.
For the next period of time, discussions of the mock battle did not cease. After a week, there were three more mock battles. The platoon leader changed each time.
The only time he struggled was during subjects related to psychic powers. He had been one of the slowest concerning development of psychic skills.
Schwartz took a clean hit to his blind spot and couldn't recover. It was hard to believe that a rookie third year would be this good at weapon handling. He felt dizzy trying to make sense of the chaotic spear movements. The attack and defense movements were in perfect balance with each other and it was difficult to predict his next move.
Instead of extravagant designs, they used simple, clean lines which seemed to captivate the user.
Kuro looked up to Inspector Rue. Rather than realizing that his gun has been stolen by Inspector Rue, he felt a sense of relief for surviving the ordeal. Inspector Rue had killed the enemy in place of Kuro.
The both of them didn't have much intent to physically hit each other. It was only a light sparring match between the two. If they really got seriously injured, it would mess up the date they would be officially transferred into year 2.
Dmitri cried out and slashed his sword once again. Han didn't let himself get phased by nonsensical distractions and calmly blocked.
Laocha was a longtime close friend of Sergeant Red. It was decided that he would be the one to temporarily train Han until Sergeant Red made a full recovery.
Laocha's enthusiasm seemed to burn fervently. One could feel the aura of the strong from the man. There was a difference between those who were self-proclaimed strong and those who were actually strong.
Jose felt a chill on his back upon hearing Han's words. Han's thought process was completely different than the average youth.
Childish, cheesy sound effects resounded. A devilishly good-looking youth, who was probably Laocha, was standing in the jungle.
Han understood his promotion had been decided after much discussion. The first years stared toward Han.
"If a standard model is confirmed, this model would probably be destroyed."
The skull faced man teleported to a place further away from Han. His psychic waves seemed hazier than before.
Han fell into silence for a moment. The drill instructors had said it in a roundabout way, but the answer was clear.
The sergeant singled Simon out and punished him once again with more force. Simon's eyes glistened with tears. The children realized at this moment.