The trivial rivalry between the squads had become meaningless. They were all youths of Ark. They had seen for themselves, their one true enemy. They were merciless and cruel beings from another world.
Han had witnessed his fair share of deaths among the year 2 military drills. Many trained by running mock situations that were similar to what would happen in the squad battles.
Starvation overwhelmed the lands outside of the cities, it was common for people to commit murder over a bag of rice. To Han, defeat or a mistake was equivalent to death itself.
Instructor Wei scratched his chin. Being ambidextrous was highly advantageous for a martial artist. Through switching hands, one can plan irregular attacks.
The inspectors took out the map from their data bracelets. They ignored their attendants and headed off to find the shooting range on their own.
Simon spoke as if he had declared war. He forced himself and managed to control seven airbeats. This required intense focus and mind. He had to use telekinesis to strongly push the airbeats to maneuver them into complicated directions.
The True Group's attack killed many students of Ark. Nobody was allowed a day of grievance and was expected to swiftly return to work because they couldn't waste a second longer. It wouldn't be too late to pay tribute to the deceased after the end of the war.
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.
Han used his telekinesis to bring over the holographic photo frame from his desk. His younger siblings' faces flashed past in order.
"He would probably be worrying for us. I got a report that the enemy soldiers are heading our way. Get ready."
Gradually, he got to befriend more people and became accustomed to daily life on the Ark. Second year felt like such a long time ago, and every day he missed his friends. He thought of the days he played card games with his friends late into the night.
He found a miniature wiretap device on his shirt. The researchers had attached it when they patted his shoulder. The researchers approached Han for this single purpose.
Laocha who was shorter, continued to refer to Han as kid. Nonetheless, he was a seasoned soldier and he didn't make the atmosphere awkward at all.
Most of the squad members sat around with gauze wrapped around random parts of their bodies due to their injuries from battle.
"The second years are administered drugs. They mature exponentially faster. Did you forget? In three years we have to wage war against the dragons. The adults won't wait for us to mature naturally."
Han walked to class B's dormitories. When he walked out to the common corridor, the surrounding students started murmuring amongst themselves.
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.
Kuro had reached the level of class A students. Everyone had already predicted this outcome, but it was much faster than expected.
Karlheinz had known about Han. He was the Asian boy who ranked the highest in weapon arts. However, he never thought that he would be done in by the likes of Kuro.
Han and the squad members saluted and made their way to the dorms. They moved all their personal belongings into their new room. The instructors that had completed the ceremony organized the finishing data into their data bracelets. Much new data were required to be entered into the system with the creation of a new squad. Their workload had increased exponentially.
"It appeared as soon as we opened the level three door. Just before, it was with us in the second level. We can conclude that it's traveling in a route that we are unaware of. At first I thought maybe it traveled through the air vent, however its arms and legs are too long for it to fit in the small vents here. We would also easily hear it move around in such a quiet place."
The North ruthlessly fired their nuclear bombs, but it had been useless. On the contrary, it had made North Korea a land of death.
All of the children had been dropped into an unfamiliar place and had walked the same road.