Kuro's shoulders trembled. Second years could not leave unless they die or become permanently disabled. He already knew, but hearing it verbally had hit a chilling nerve inside of him.
The squad members tied some spears and cloth together to make a simple stretcher. They helped Kijo on top of it and moved forward. No, they tried to move.
He maintained a strong bond with his squad members, all the while, he did not let his emotions affect his role. He never let go of the dignity of a squad leader.
Han's helmet flopped to the ground. They couldn't see Silence's eyes, but his eyes were probably menacing. Han wiped the blood from his lip and stared back at Silence.
Han confirmed their victory before he rested against the tree. The emergency medic looked over the injuries, and transferred them to the recovery hall.
Everyone received a message to gather on their data bracelets. They were to gather at the eighth training grounds. Han observed his squad's expressions and nodded.
A werewolf of gray fur appeared on the screens. Han and Kuro's eyes grew wide. It was their first time directly seeing the minion forms like this.
They would be able to supplement for the shortage of first years, but they couldn't afford to lose additional second years for the Ark Project to continue.
He felt something chilling from behind. Han prepared himself for an attack, but he didn't feel any impact. Rather, the youth who had snuck up from behind had fainted, and a stone plopped onto the ground.
The sound of a gun rang in the forest. The sound of more guns followed immediately. He could hear a short scream. Canute ran over while limping his leg. A bullet was jammed in his leg. It had no power to kill or penetrate the body, but the electrical shock had caused paralysis to Canute's leg.
Grace continued to repeat most of the information she had lectured, over and over. The smell of hospital sanitizer wafted. Han and the other youths slowly climbed into the incubators. Oxygen masks attached to their mouths, and their bodies submerged completely in water. Blinding dread filled all the youths' minds.
Han arrived at the West side's central command center. There were a few people designated to guard this place. Han commanded his team of rangers to attack.
"Our enemy can probably maintain a psychic shield; this is the most probable reason the special forces were annihilated. If the enemy maintains a psychic shield in a narrow research center hallway, there is no way for them to survive. However, we're different. Don't you think so? Chan."
When they saw an opportunity to befriend others, they had no hesitations.They had their own cliques, of course, but they didn't view each other as enemies.
Han was finally able to understand why Jose had such a relaxed, my-pace air about him. Jose never let himself stand out from the crowd. He always did things averagely.
Once everyone returned to their dorms, it was free period. They usually passed the time with extra training with their personal equipments. Han entered the psychic skills training hall for extra practice.
"Kato, you're not able to put Kuro to practical use. Kuro's unable to display his full potential under you. I guarantee you I can."
Kuro said and suddenly fished another one. He gained much confidence through this experience and his expression seemed much brighter than before.
Kuro's shoulders shook as he laughed quietly to himself. He felt refreshed in his heart after getting beat up.
Through the three days, Dmitri and Han saw a lot of seniors. They looked like adults with burly muscles.
Han saluted. Sergeant Red returned a brief salute before he left. His back figure gradually became smaller as time passed.
'The current members here will make a team. We will be making a temporary squad for a certain objective.'