3 | Chapter Two |

When I arrived at the camp I only saw the instructions that was given to me. Without assistance from the chairman I instantly went on the files department floor, sections 3 and 4 respectively, to get the mission documents. This diplomatic relations should be vocal to both parties and I need to prepare myself for sudden interruptions. The task is wicked.

I grabbed five envelopes covered in black stockings, and put everything inside my mission case. I'll read everything on the road, because the barracks is just the second military base that I will need to pass through. I still have three more camps to pass to get to the main base and move straight to the field appointed by the head's office.

The weapons will be ready when I get to the main camp. But getting there will be in a span of driving for 23 hours and 15 minutes. I exited the building and wore my gloves.

"It's time to hit the road"

I got into my car, wondering when will I comeback to this base with a smile on my face saying I've accomplished the mission.

I restarted the engine and checked my watch.

Probably at this time my backup teams were already on their way to the main base. Happy that I'm late and not with them. Must be because I'm too strict and dutiful that they can't usually pull a joke about anything. And maybe the reason is because they're afraid of getting close to me with the knowledge that my parents are both part of the military council.

When I was younger, my father sent me to the military school camp1A+ because I was different from the kids around my age. I was the youngest military sit-in student at the age of six. Most kids there would be twelve or thirteen. While military school campB- were for teens that wanted to go to military, they weren't anything special, just had the qualifications of a soldier.

When I was eight, I became an official student of military section A - Camp1A+, where everyone was admitted as a genius or above average. We majored in weapons, fielding, defense and intellectual war planning. When I was 10 I've had my first mission, my first kill and my first victory.

Three more years in service, I gained friends while I keep counting those who're buried after an unsuccessful encounter from their missions.

"Soldiers don't cry."

That's what my parents always say.

Till I reached the legal age, and lose every mate that I had been with in the battlefield. Military Service was a torturous adventure, it was fun yet too painful. To those aspiring students out there, they might wish that they haven't joined this he'll training zone. Because it's not as easy as seeing those heroic proclamations and meritorious deeds that the officials let the public broadcast after the war.

Military isn't just for those who aspire to serve the country and the people. It's a battle between staying a alive or death alone.

When I reached 19, the elders started training me along with the greatest soldiers of all time. Making me lose myself in the field of advancement. I've had gained more accomplishments, yet no friends at all.

Because the code have changed.

"You have no friends in battlefield, so don't befriend anyone." It's disappointing, but that's what my parents remind me of.