CH 79

Southern Training Center (5)

The day on which the notice of enlisted recruitment was confirmed.

Henderson thought.

'I want to be the man of Roman Dmitry.'

Lawrence Square.

I can't forget what happened there.

Henderson and others were having a normal day, when Roman Dmitry appeared, trampling the peace.

People covered their mouths with their hands.

A heinous criminal, Ben Miles, was dragged along Roman's hand by his hair, and blood dripped to the floor as he walked.

And.

Roman executed Ben Miles.

He said he could not forgive the Blood Fang who had sucked the blood of the people of Dmitry, and gladly got his hands dirty with blood.

on that look.

completely fell in love

Henderson, who was one of Lawrence's crowds, applied for enlisted recruitment in that way.

'A private soldier doesn't need great qualifications.'

It was a common thought.

It wasn't a great family, and Roman Dmitry was a private soldier, so I thought the threshold wouldn't be high.

But what?

Henderson, who barely passed the pull-up, faced a different reality.

They were all far from ordinary people.

Chris and Kevin were skilled auras as demonstrated in the Battle of the Great Warrior, and there were also veteran mercenaries like Lucas and Pooky.

There was only one person, Henderson, who could be called a perfect ordinary person.

It would have been since then.

conducting training.

Henderson was stunned.

' Can I help you here?'

first few weeks.

Henderson wandered.

Looking at the other soldiers who often followed training, I thought that this was not my place.

frankly speaking.

Unlike the strong hearts who did not blink an eye during the test that fired arrows in front of their eyes, didn't they tremble as if they were going to pee?

My heart still races when I think of that time.

In a group full of wild beasts, it seemed that I was the only herbivore.

I seriously thought about it for a while.

finally.

Henderson went to Chris and said.

" I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm qualified to serve Roman Dmitry.

It was a realistic decision.

For the majority, this was believed to be right.

Chris asked.

"Why do you think so?"

"You don't know why. Unlike other soldiers, I'm a beginner who doesn't know how to properly wield a sword. It doesn't keep up with the training process, and it doesn't make anything else stand out either. I think it was an arrogant decision in itself to follow Roman Dmitry, who had been farming all my life."

"Are you saying you want to give up because your level is lower than others?"

Yes.

If only it had been before I met Roman.

Chris would have agreed with Henderson.

But.

Now it was different.

"When I first saw Kevin, he was just a kid with nothing but poison in his eyes. To be honest, I couldn't understand why a man the size of a master would take a young boy from a slum. But does Kevin still look so weak? no. In that short time, Kevin has grown into a warrior that no one can ignore."

" Is that really?"

okay. The funny thing is that I am too. When I first met the master, I was ignorant and ran towards him, and all of my front teeth were blown away. At that time, I was just a frog in a well. And just as the Kevin of the past and the Kevin of the present have changed, the me of the past and the present I have also changed under the guidance of the master. But what are you worried about? The master has decided that it is worthy of accepting you as an enlisted soldier. You may be humble now, but you have the potential to grow, just like me and Kevin experienced. Roman Dmitry. The master we serve is the one who has the ability to make that possible."

thump thump.

My heart raced.

Kevin is a dog breed recognized by everyone.

But even that Kevin was nothing more than a ghetto boy before he met Roman.

'Can I be like that too?'

I couldn't be sure.

However.

Hearing the previous cases, I felt my heart heat up.

" To be honest, I don't believe in myself. As a farmer, I can't even imagine becoming as strong as others, but as Chris said, I'll trust the eyes of the master. He chose me from among the many applicants, so he must have a good reason. I will focus on training again. And in the future, I won't be looking for Chris for anything like that.

that day.

Henderson had a different mind.

And from then on.

Henderson's life began to change.

* * *

last few months.

Henderson was obsessed with training to death.

In order not to be ashamed as a Roman person.

Even if you vomit at the end of each day of training, even if fainting occurs during training.

Henderson trained against evil in order to catch up with his colleagues, and was eventually able to create the body he is today.

so that.

Seeing the other soldiers who were able to prepare for a period of a year, Henderson raised his voice.

"What do you guys think of war? When you fall on the borderline of life and death, where you can only survive by killing others, will you say that you can't fight because the period for preparing for war is too short? pathetic cubs. A year is the time when you can start farming for a year until harvest. You are making pathetic excuses that you have not had enough time since you have been living comfortably all this time, and that you have no choice but to be a conscript."

When the war begins.

Life had to be defended.

Even if you've been drafted, how hard you work can at least make a difference.

By the way.

What about the soldiers of other nobles?

They didn't even have the minimum qualifications.

Still, seeing the soldiers complaining about him, Henderson frowned.

"To all of you who have lived without thinking for a year, today's training may have been difficult. by the way. If we knew that the present was lacking, wouldn't it be a normal reaction to try to catch up with us instead of blaming us? why. Are you asking us to be on the same level as you guys?"

said Roman.

This time on the southern front.

to prepare for war.

Roman soldiers, including Henderson, have been trained really like the real thing, and although not perfect, they are still ready to accept when war breaks out.

That's why I couldn't understand the reactions of other soldiers even more.

Being in the same room, they were patheticly optimistic about reality.

Henderson's words were offensive.

soldiers of other nobles.

They shut their mouths.

The fact that Henderson's preparation period was less than half a year, they had nothing to say.

Jerk the.

Henderson turns.

They won't change even if they go through today's work, but Henderson will be passionate about training tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Roman Dmitry.

Because it is the will of the lord.

Roman soldiers, in their minds, had already started the war.

* * *

Training continued.

extreme fitness training.

Even in a situation where the intensity increased day by day, Roman's soldiers clenched their teeth and continued their training to the end.

The gap with other soldiers was severe.

Was it because his pride was hurt by the overwhelming difference?

The nobles who watched the training complained.

"I don't know why they overdo it like that."

"That's it. I don't know if this is the Western Front where battles are fought over and over again, but the Southern Front isn't far from war, isn't it? However, it seems that only our children are suffering because of these guys."

"If you are born shallow, you will lose your strength in meaningless places. If we don't do that, where will the Dmitry family get recognition?"

"That's right, hahaha!"

They openly mocked Roman.

it was like

Southern Training Center is famous as a place where the aristocrats spend two years on vacation, so why the hell are they receiving so much training here?

Rather, it would be understandable if it was the Western Training Center.

There, they get a decent reward if they set a ball, but the Southern Training Center does not force the nobles to train in the first place.

under the scorching sun.

Roman's face flushed red.

Seeing him training with the soldiers, I couldn't help but think that he was foolish.

Among the nobles in the shadows.

There was also Henry Albert.

Unlike the nobles who ridiculed Roman, the more he looked at Roman, the more worried he was.

' How the hell are you going to win the heart of a guy like that?'

Oh yeah.

was a peculiar person.

If he was interested in pleasure like other nobles, he would open up a conversation with that, but he is a guy who trains on the southern front, sweating uselessly.

My thoughts were different from mine at first.

Frankly, if it hadn't been for the orders of his maternal uncle, Viscount Bale, he would have been having fun with other nobles.

However.

I couldn't.

Thinking of being assigned to the same unit as that guy in the future, I already felt a headache.

'No, do you have a safety hypersensitivity? If you come to the southern training camp, how nice it would be to chat with the same nobles and build friendships. After all, the common people do not know how to relax. Eh, I don't know either. things will work out.'

lay down in the shade.

The sun was hot.

He could hear the soldiers shouting slogans in the distance, but he closed his eyes in the coolness of the shade.

after a good night's sleep.

Perhaps, this tedious training will be over.

* * *

that time.

First line of defense on the Southern Front.

Above the high walls, Cairo's soldiers watched the border.

"Uh-huh, I'm tired."

"What happened yesterday?"

"Don't talk. I only slept for two hours because I was playing cards all night with Squad 2."

The soldier showed a tired face.

He didn't look at the border properly.

Gently checking to see if there was anyone under the fortress wall, he pulled out a water bottle hanging from his waist and opened the lid.

good.

The smell of alcohol that irritates the tip of the nose.

The soldier next to him was surprised and asked.

"Did you bring alcohol?"

"Maybe what Is it a day or two to bring alcohol in a canister? You need to let go of the savage side. In a place where no one will come anyway, what's the point of having a drink? And rather, this is good for work efficiency. It's better to have a little drink and wake up than to be sleepy and not check the border properly.

However ."

"If you don't want to drink, don't. I'm the only one drinking, okay?

gulp.

The soldier drank alcohol.

A stimulating sensation down the esophagus.

Seeing the soldier exclaiming with exclamation, the soldier who eventually stood with him could not resist his desire.

"I only have one bite."

"Well then."

southern front.

It was a common sight there.

The long peace gave birth to a sense of complacency, and there were no major problems during these years of service.

By the way.

they hadn't seen

A place of lush vegetation at the border.

While drinking, the fact that the place was visibly excited.