Alen and Diego were getting ready for the second stage of their training. They were nervously waiting for their names to appear on the screen in front of them. Suddenly, Greg's voice came over the speaker, "Now pay attention to the screen and go to the training center immediately according to the list on the screen!"Riley, who was always calm in stressful situations, immediately focused on the screen and read his name. Alen's name was the first to come up.Riley nodded and replied, "You'll make it."Alen smiled when he heard it and the he left that place.Riley then stepped up to the challenge, with James and Diego watching closely. James teased him, "If you fail, I swear I'll take you straight to a duel, Wood."Riley knew that James was just trying to encourage him, but his secret identity made him feel uneasy and overwhelmed. He replied, "That goes for you and yours as well, Diego. See you at the second training."James smiled annoyingly, "Don't worry! There's no way I won't make i
Riley could barely hear the conversation, but he was not distracted at all. The young man was still able to maintain his concentration.In fact, he seemed to be much more focused now. Indeed, when it came to concentration, Riley had always been the best. His own father, William Mackenzie, had even said that his son could concentrate better than he could.The officer watched every bullet Riley fired and was impressed by Riley's speed."12," the officer said with a smile.The other officers became interested and watched as Riley returned fire. When the shot hit the target, the officers smiled happily.The future soldiers who had been making bad comments were shocked, "How can he be so fast?""17," the friend counted.They were stunned when the officer finally said, "25 with a record time of ....."At the mention of the time Riley had spent practicing shooting, the officer looked at the young man in awe."You passed," the officer said.Riley nodded and handed back the weapon he had used e
"We'll know soon enough," Riley replied, still staring at the screen.James, still munching on his bread, commented, "There are ten planes. How many potential soldiers can those planes carry?""100, I think." Riley looked around, now searching for the two figures of his roommates who were still not there.James stopped chewing immediately, "Wow! You know a lot more than that."But Riley didn't answer, so James continued, "Hey, your father was an ex-soldier, right? Come on, be honest!"Hearing this, Riley immediately turned around, "So what if my father was a soldier? And what if he wasn't?"James sighed and quickly finished his remaining bread before speaking again. "Then all the abilities you've shown so far make sense if you had a father who was a soldier."Riley looked around again, keeping his eyes peeled for Alen and Diego. But he still replied, "Makes sense how?"James was about to answer, but Riley interrupted him first, "Jason Hoult is not the son of a soldier, but he managed t
Alen and Diego's faces immediately turned pale, but Riley tried to reassure them by saying, "I hope my assumptions are wrong. Although these bags are provisions for us, I hope they don't make us thirsty and hungry later.James said, "I disagree with you this time, Wood. Looking at Greg Sehel's madness, it looks like he's going to make us really die of hunger and thirst."Riley gave the young man a sharp look, but James just shrugged. The four youths were silent, waiting for the first exercise, which looked more like a selection of incompetent soldiers, to end.There was no conversation between them. This was because they were still too preoccupied with their own thoughts. They saw one person after another running towards the field."Oh, that's Jason Hoult." Riley pointed at the young man smiling broadly at his friends.Diego commented, "Even the third place finisher seems overwhelmed to be on this stage.""How did you know that?" Alen asked with a raised eyebrow."Look at that pale fac
Diego ignored James' words, not bothering to answer the man who often threw out annoying sentences that only irritated him more.Then he read through the list of prospective soldiers he might know and came up with a few names from Dorm 2. The young man immediately nodded in relief, "At least I know three people from our dorm.""Good. Someone to calm you down when you start crying in the middle of a mission," James commented again.Riley really wanted to take a cloth and gag James' mouth so he couldn't talk anymore. Unfortunately he couldn't do that because Greg said again, "Your mission will be known when you are in your respective planes."Again they made no sound and waited for the examiner's instructions."And now please go to your planes and assign a group leader immediately," Greg ordered."Oh, one more thing," Greg said before officially dismissing them, "there are only a few food stores at your mission site. So ... you'll have to move faster later on so you don't starve."This l
The well-built soldier, around 40 years old, said, "The group leader is chosen based on the highest points, but again, this has no effect on the final selection result of the soldier candidates.Alen gaped, "Damn. Why didn't I expect that?"The other candidates, who felt that they had not done their training perfectly, could only sigh."Oh, I can't possibly be elected chairman," the one standing next to Riley said in a disappointed tone."And the one who got the highest score for the first exercise in this group is ... Riley Wood," the officer said deeply.Alen almost applauded when he heard that, some people looked happy that the candidate who had been number one before the ranking system was abolished was in their group."Riley Wood, please step forward," the soldier of the second class ordered.Riley stepped forward and saluted before the officer explained a few things to Riley.Warren Clay was naturally upset to see one of the people he hated become the leader of his group. This ma
"Yes, but ... not to the point of hurting them, just to subdue them by taking away their pins," Riley explained.Alen, hearing this, frowned and immediately asked, "Pins? What pins do you mean?"Riley replied, "Pins worn by some future soldiers."Warren Clay, still confused, asked again, "Some? Are you saying that not all future soldiers will have the pin?"Riley nodded, "Yes. There are 100 of us, which means that 50 people will wear the pins that can be captured by other groups.""While the other 50 people don't wear the pins," Riley continued as he looked around, hoping that his group mates understood his short explanation.Alen nodded and burst out laughing.Warren gave the young man a strange look, while another prospective soldier commented, "You can laugh under such dire circumstances?""You're not crazy, are you? I don't want our group to lose just because of one crazy person," another prospective soldier continued.Riley shook his head and waited for Alen's answer, which he was
Without further delay, Riley immediately replied, "I'll explain after the pins are distributed."Alen and one of the other future soldiers volunteered to help Riley distribute the pins. It turned out, however, that in addition to the pins, they also received another identifier in the form of a blue cloth to be tied to their arms.This scarf allowed them to identify their teammates. They also had the task of memorizing the identifiers of other groups."I want to capture group nine," a soldier said after each group's ID was displayed on the monitor.Alen, who had finished distributing the pins and returned with one in his hand, said, "Why is that?""It seems to be the weakest, look at him! The leader of that group is not one of the top candidates," the soldier explained.Riley immediately looked at the screen and recognized the candidate because he had been in the same building during training some time ago. But his eyes widened when he read the young man's name."Justin Donovan," Riley