Han shook the spear that was stuck on its head. He pressed its head down with his feet and pulled his spear out. He swung the blood off the spear and returned it back to its leather casing.
"Kijo, I will hand out the tasks to those that are skilled to do so. I will be as fair as possible to everyone. If you wish to show off your strength, then prove it to me with your skills. I don't have plans to drive my squad into danger for your 'trivial' reasons."
Three days later, Han proposed another sparring match, but with weapons this time. Schwartz showed off his broad shoulders and gladly accepted. They each selected a weapon they wished to wield. Han armed a spear, and Schwartz chose a heavy sword.
Feeling a good pressure push against the palm of his hands, Han spun his wooden spear left and right. He used both arms to brandish his spear freely.
Drill Sergeant Greseman was very strict. There might be squads superior to others, but units must not stand on a pedestal. Squad 13 is superior, but it would be troublesome if this becomes a platform for them to stand out. All squads must taste failure. Their superior image must be broken.
This wasn't the exact order of the battle plan, but at the same time it was. Canute opened fire with the enemy forces to distract them.
A slight headache was felt in Silence's head. The dimensional crack was so close they could see it.
He lived a short life, but many things had happened and all the moments flashed before his eyes. His life in Japan had not been a happy one. Everyone bullied him for his black skin. He was introverted and couldn't muster enough courage to befriend anyone.
Out of the six dimensional gates, one had opened in Siniju of North Korea.
Han's eyebrows twitched. Inspector Rue turned his back and walked away. He spoke to Han without turning.
"Well, well, this is a pleasant surprise," Simon appeared saying, already fully geared. The British youth arrogantly raised his eyebrows. He'd been urgently recruited without prior notice, but he still didn't look the slightest bit nervous.
"This is so stuffy and irritating. My vision is narrow. I really hate these type of equipments. Won't it be fine as long as I don't get hit?"
Han took a short nap during the remaining time period. He fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, and then woke when his data bracelet alarm rang. Wuxiaworld for visiting.
Kijo didn't speak in English, but Korean. Han received a strange feeling from him. The familiar Korean words flowed to his ears. He let out a sigh and sat down.
"No, I'm okay. My mind will be slow if I take meds." Han drank some water and took deep breaths. He could see the scene from just now even when he closed his eyes.
It projected complete darkness. Soon, the lights flipped on showing a single Elu. There were many electrodes hooked all over the Elu's body. The researchers watched the Elu behind a glass window.
"Ark is a psyker training institution; however, when countries from around the world request for our aid, we will lend them some of our troops. The general public is still not aware, but many minions remain hidden in different locations around the world. Nations around the world would rather send psykers than their own military forces to deal with the minions. They help sponsor Ark by donating an astronomical amount of money, and they do everything they can to wring out their money's worth from us. The third years are the reserve troops made for this purpose."
The other youths were doing far worse. One moment, they would be standing still and the next moment they would be breaking all the items and windows.
Squad 13 continued to discuss what would happen in Ark's future. Han thought of all the things that had happened in the Dimensional Crack Zone. Wuxiaworld for visiting.
The Western army scurried to move after much time had passed. The Western Army had strained much of their strength to breakthrough through the main lower path, but there was a concentration of defenders and it was not easy breaking through at all.
The automated combat drone flew to the designated bombing point. The belly of the automated aircraft opened to reveal its true form of a guided missile.
Squad 1 and 7 had gathered. There were many cameras all around the training center. The cameras would not miss a single moment of the match.