Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Advancing through levels and ranks need a long time energy accumulation. It's not a feat everyone could undergo if they just so wish to.

Every levels needs effort of the brave to kill and collect power energy in regular basis.

This theory was true and were considered a universal truth that Arthur himself , a seasoned soldier held firm till this day.

The shaking of his heart proves that he himself still can't believe what is happening.

His doubting but if his speculations are true then he indeed had witness the infancy of the destined powerhouse that the world could rely on in the future.

Arthur's eyes sparkled. He's excited. 'But first things first , We should nurture this seed properly.' He thought to himself while slowly distancing from the tent.

He climb through the tree again planning to continue his watch.

He can't be a bit more negligent since when power suddenly come ,most youngsters tend to be arrogant and overconfident rushing to the enemy's rank, delivering themselves to their death.

What's more this guy experienced two consecutive power ups.

It might go into his head and suddenly decide to go outside of the camp to try his prowess.

Many young soldiers and martial artists and prodigies died in their cradle.

Losing the opportunity to grow, wiping their lives along the process.

Arthur stayed still awake. Mutants has higher resistance to sleep.

Pungent smell then wafted his nose.

Urgh

He almost puked.

"Ahh, are you that tired that you forget , you're still yet to clean your stench?"

" hah, farmers were really more suitable to be soldiers , they didn't care about smell. Haha."

He sighed. Staying at tree' shade, under the shadow that the moon created.

The night passes with the stars blinking in harmony, dancing in the heavenly melody. Space is calm but the same thing can't be said below.

Arthur then sighed again , mumbling words escape his moving lips.

'Beasts sang the song of despair under calm sky but can't waver the heart of the soldier that longed to survive.'

...

Night pass.

Lookie's Pov.

'Hah' my mouth opened wide and my hands stretched out making popping sounds of the relocated joints.

I just woke

I felt a little pressure from the air in my skin from my little move that I made.

Was my movement that fast that I could feel air resistance in my regular moves.

It didn't disrupt my move but the feeling is just so new.

I stood up then I saw my blackened blanket.

'Who dyed my blanket?' I questioned, confused.

Then a strange smell invade my nose.

" Who was it doing pranks with me?" I suddenly shouted disturbing the tranquility of dawn.

It's 2:00 am but people sure is energetic that they could still pull off such tricks.

I took my blanket.

Stink.

It smelt as bad as the rotten corpse.

It's like a rotten blood, but more aggressive. I pinch my nose. Then….

'eh?' I saw sticky black hardened blood in my skin.

Then realization struck me, my complexion turned from blue to red in shame.

I was the one being smelly all along. I even have the guts to complain. And the blanket's state was my doing as well. I look side by side, looking whether I did put myself to shame or not.

When I felt like the surrounding is clear, I run through the bath.

Swoosh

It took me just 3 seconds to arrive at the nearby well 100 meters away from my tent.

Speedy!

But I can't be bothered to praise myself more.

I took the opportunity that the others are still not there, and quickly do my work. Wash my smelly dirty linens before taking myself the greatest bath I ever did in my life.

I can't help it. The smell is just too strong.

After things were all and done, I went back and readied myself for another torturous day of training.

Wearing my complete cadet attire, I did the exercises taught to me by Jack last night and wait for time.

I could remember it like a record. Guess my memory is also enhanced along the mutation.

I do the initial warm up then proceed to the stances.

This exercise is amazing.

With every flow with transition of fast and slow, soft and hard strikes and the maneuver of the foot work, it promotes control and perfect execution of strength. Meaning perfect use of every muscle fibers.

This is just timely , this could help me get accustomed to my strength quicker

Honk, honk ,

The call from hell finally arrived.

I dash through tents with more control. Of course it's not perfect. There are times that I almost bumped into tables , chairs or even tents itself.

But I stopped at the right time leaving dents on the ground with grasses taken out from their roots peeled out from the soil.

Ho.

I breath decided to just walk through it. Recruits were already gathering at the center.

I'll be late. It's because of the number of stops and brakes I've made along the way.

I still needs practice in this.

My journey became very slow. I only have one goal in mind; control.

Then I moved like the exercise. I mean the essence of one part of the exercise. Slow and calm.

I literally walk calmly like a man strolling around the park. Of course I received weird glares, I just give them wry smiles though.

It would be even more disturbing if my co-recruits see me making weird stances saying ' hey, the guy finally lose some screws.'

I don't want it that way.

I arrived barely in time.

" Good morning recruits!" Captain Harley shouted which then we nodded in response.

" Good Morning, sir."

We shouted back military style. It's always like this. I don't know why do soldiers always shout.

Like I care anyway, I'm a passive guy.

I won't do anything unless needed or have some reason.

" We will be having a little game today. A little breather of sort. Always training without rest would just do bad than good. We don't want our soldiers that we nurture with national funds to just go to waste and became cripples all of a sudden because of overtraining. "

" Of course since it's a game ,it can't do without rewards."

He said in succession.

'rewards!'

Our eyes lit up.

' rewards from military won't be a complete riffraff, right?'

' Surely, they won't be stingy.'

I thought in my mind feeling the boiling excitement inside me . My blood flows surging like tidal wave. It's just an expression but the feeling is like this.

I see my co-recruits glaring at each other. I joined the contest of stares.

Aura of competition filled the training ground.

" The rewards were surprise for you all. And it varies through person to person so no need to inform you. I can only give a hint , this will surely delight you."

Captain Harley added.

" Don't compete with me, It's all mine, Mike Gran's possession."

A burly guy said. He's the same guy from before that helps us have our First scolding from the Captain.

The man is overflowing with competitiveness. He's eyes were burning.

" Dream on man , I won't let you." A man butted in glaring at the first guy that entered the field of competition.

"Hahah, frogs from the bottom of the well. Forget yourselves. If I, Bobby Flynn don't get the ultimate reward, I won't be called Bobby ' The Undefeated Gorilla of the Underground' Flynn anymore." A rather sturdy guy with a more muscular body declared with bare confidence.

' Wasn't he the first guy to volunteer in this camp.?' I look at the guy. He seems to be someone famous.

" Oh heavens, he's Bobby?"

" A monster from the underground illegal fighting is also here?"

" Why is he here?"

" No"

" Why did we have to compete with him?"

Dejected cries of complain escaped from the others who knew his feats.

" Hm! Arrogant guy,." A cold snort sounded from the farther side.

I look sideways.

'Hm? Wasn't He Edward the fearless seasoned Bullfighter?'

I thought.

I know him.

He's good at kiting and his footwork is amazing. I heard he also practice MMA.

'Edward is just one thing. There's also the guy from the underground.'

The guys here were not simple.

And that silent bulky guy with beard at the back, is something too.

He feels dangerous .

But I'm not scared. What else can scare me? I've already faced a crazed rabbit.

While it sounds like a bit feminine since rabbit were too weak of a prey to be proud of, it's now a beast you ignorant people.

But this game would be exciting from here on forth.

Oh, I forgot.

I'm still in a struggle to control my muscle which wriggles from excitement now and then.

Bam

I stamped my foot accidentally and I crash into the ground.

Clumsy.

People are looking at me.