The whole room became silent after a loud thud was heard, more importantly it echoed from the generals' direction."Agree my arse!" Nazumoto mumbled, as he kept his clenched fists vibrating viciously on the table."What's wrong with him, is he possessed?" The sixth seat wondered."There's no reason to get pissed off this time. Is there? And besides when they talked about high ranked fighters, it excluded us since we are above that." Hinata muttered. "You had better apologize for your sudden outburst quickly." She conveyed her message to Nazumoto in a way only that could only be heard by him since he was sitting right beside her."Do you have any objections to the idea?" The central leader asked while keeping his cool. Even Minamino was quite surprised of what he just saw with his two naked eyes, the central leader still kept his cool after Nazumoto's brusque behavior."I knew he was a little different." Hiroshi thought.Hiroshi really disliked the centrals. In fact, most people hated t
Fushi chuckled in a weird manner, as he touched the wood by it sides and imagined that this was all a dream."Well if Warrant officer Clark was able to do it, this would just be a piece of cake." Fushi thought. "Although, the gap in our strength is innumerable." He added inwardly, as his smile soured in an instant.Clark ignores Fushi, and continues to explain the rules that must be followed."There is no time limit but until you pass this, neither food nor water would be given to you." Clark announced."Seriously?" Fushi thought. He pondered seriously on how he would smash the enormous wood as soon as possible before his hunger starts to exacerbate."And your time starts now!" Clark ordered, as he stretched his hands forward for Fushi's training to begin.A dent or puncture must be made by Fushi at the opposite side of the wood."First format activated!" Fushi echoed, as he prepared his fist for a strike.**Bang!!!**A loud sound echoed in the forest, as his fist clashed against
After two days of recuperation, Fushi was now set to start his second wave of training. More like he was forced to."I hope you are prepared this time around?!" Clark echoed."Yeah, yeah, I'm prepared but, do I really need to go through that hell you call training?" Fushi muttered, while pouting as he pointed towards an enormous wood around the same size and height as the last one."Yes you have to," Clark said. "This two stages have been implemented by me, so passing them finally makes you a student of mine."Fushi gulped on hearing Clark's statement. The last stage which was the first, and the second stage he was about to do wasn't even part of his training? If he thought this was gruesome, then what would his training routines be like?"I think I'm starting to prefer Minamino's training routine." Fushi thought, as he walked towards the wood sluggishly."Do I really need to this?" Fushi asked. "Besides isn't this just repeating the same thing as the last?""No no no no, it's way diff
As both parties headed towards their residence, Clark pauses and decides to ask if Fushi would be able to get to his house safely."Are you really going to be okay?" He inquired. "Or should I escort you home?""No I'm fine, just a slight migraine." Fushi replied.Fushi felt he didn't worth it. After all, Clark should've just requested for a private driver via his mobile device to get him home A.S.A.P, instead of going back by legs. That was definitely one of the benefits higher tiered soldiers enjoyed. Although Fushi's case was different to the other low and middle class fighters, since he was the son of a general. These privileges were called 'royalties', they were the privileges certain people in the army enjoyed due to their family's economical position, or being part of one of the royal families or clans. And also, having a special or mutual relationship with high ranked soldiers was another way of obtaining this privileges.Fushi could have been enjoying one of these privileges r
"Shit! General Nazumoto." Clark thought, as he walked swiftly towards Fushi. "I hope he does nothing nasty." He prayed.Fushi walked on one side, while General Nazumoto walked on the other. He was going to General Hinata's squad, while Nazumoto was just coming back from her squad so both of them were walking on opposite routes, but were near each other.In a split second while passing each other, Fushi turned swiftly before swerving his body towards Nazumoto, making him to stand directly at Nazumoto's back. He then pointed his roots towards Nazumoto's throat from the back."No crap, this is bad!" Clark said inwardly, as he closed his eyes ready for the worst.After few seconds of silence, Clark sighed and was happy nothing happened until......"Just this time Hiroshi. It seems your son lacks manners, even after seeing what I do to transgressors." Nazumoto said inwardly, referring to the first time Fushi had met with him.Although Clark was now relieved that nothing happened, he was now
After a week and three days, it was finally time for Minamino and his troop to set out. His troop consisted of three thousand men. Two thousand five hundred freshmen, and the other five hundred was mostly filled with low class fighters.The soldier with the highest rank in the troop Nazumoto deployed was Nate. His rank was 195k, which was more of a low-mid level fighter. Although it came as a surprise to Minamino himself, other generals were already used to this side of Nazumoto that wanted to do things his way. "Did he really need to do that? What a show boater!" Hinata thought as she continued her medical research in her office.Nazumoto had decided to take lower ranked fighters this time around, to prove that the W-5 were not a problem to him. Almost every freshmen in the army were gathered to see them off, as different types of people were wishing them good luck and hoping for their safe return. Of course they all knew that some of them who joked among themselves right now might
After the departure of Nazumoto and his troops, everyone began to return to their daily activities as soon as possible. Fushi could be seen standing opposite to Clark, with only a few meters distance between the two.Today was another day for Fushi's training."Sincerely, if this type of crazy training goes on, I might end up dying." Fushi said inwardly while staring at Clark who seemed to be thinking of something. "Huff! C’mon shake it off, it's no big deal. Is it? I can't believe I'm behaving like Helena."As Fushi tried to encourage himself, the imagination of what his next training might be like kept crashing into his inspiration, and staring at Clark's facial expression made the situation worse."I hope it's not going to be a building this time." Fushi beseeched inwardly, as he began to make a mountain out of a molehill."Are you sure you want to keep using those roots?" Clark asked as he glanced at Fushi's left hands that held unto the root."Yeah I think---I mean yes sir! They a
Fushi could feel a rushing sensation that was quite pleasurable in all of his cells as Clark with red glowing eyes, placed his hands on Fushi's head transferring a specific energy into him."I see.... His body accepted the bane's energy that still resided in that root but the latter's aura is quite different." Clark Noted."And besides I've never come across a person whose body is compatible with a bane." He thought."Hey!.. Sorry but, I can't see the roots again, where did it disappear to?" Fushi inquired, since he closed his eyes throughout the whole process."Since the root will do you no good for now, I decided to disintegrate it into energy particles, feeding it to your whole body, thereby making your body slightly stronger than it was before." Clark explained._*_Few days after their departure, General Nazumoto and his assigned troops were seemingly stuck In an enclosed space with an endless path.Almost a quarter of the soldiers were now holding unto several sticks with flames