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The teacher continued to explain the timeline of the First Wave of Aggression. Acquired psykers gradually made their appearance. In the end, they were able to hang on with great effort and kill the dragon, just narrowly keeping their lives.
Han heard Kijo mumbling. Kijo had his hand against the window while looking down across the land. His eyes didn't seem to reflect his usual slyness. He seemed like a young child who simply missed his homeland.
'This is concerning. This isn't a good place for us.' Schwartz looked to Han. Han's mental state wasn't good for everyone right now. He's withstanding with the squad well right now, but after everything was over this place would probably become a very traumatic memory.
The Chinese researchers dressed in white appeared from behind the Chinese soldiers. It seemed the soldiers had been forced to come here by the researchers.
The screen projected someone who looked no different than humans. It was just that their ears were pointed, their bodies skinny, and the sclera of their eyes had no irises to them.
However, humanity had no choice. Though Psykers had unique powers, physical strength was also required to use them. It was impossible to fight a war in a child's body.
'Sergeant Red suffered a serious injury because of me. He lost his right leg.'
'The only thing I can be better at than others would be my fine control of telekinesis.'
"I don't care if you get hurt, Corporal Laocha." Han said while taking off his shirt. Han wasn't the type to depend on psychic powers to fight in battle. He continued to train his physical body every single day without a day of break.
Silence had wasted his energy too much while they withdrew. He didn't rest at all and consecutively used it many times. If Silence had not done so, they would not have been able to escape from the enemy.
From time to time, it would let its laughter echo across the corridor. A space which has been blockaded, an enemy who remained hidden, and the thick smell of rotting human blood. Usual soldiers would become mentally broken by this time, but the eyes of the squad held clarity and strength.
Jose seemed to be an expert at footwork. His soccer skills were exceptional. His latin blood seemed to boil with passion for the sport.
'All skills are bound to have a weakness of some sort. A concept such as perfection or an invincible power does not exist. We simply try to perfect it to the best of our ability.'
"Now that injury has become a passageway for your psychic powers. You'll feel the pain so it's easier to focus into it. Imagine pulling out your psychic powers through that hole in your chest.
"Kuro, when are you going to stop people from walking all over you? Show them a thing or two this time around. You're stronger than anyone in class B. I guarantee it. Believe in yourself as much as you believe in me."
"Ugh." Han couldn't stop the sudden nausea that swept his body. This wasn't something strong mentality could block, it was natural aversion that every person was reflexively born with. He didn't have tolerance to this level of atrocities.
Octo hollered to Han who was already on his way. His greasy bald head seemed to shine.
They prioritize deploying the reserve soldiers to get them accustomed to real battle as soon as possible. Han couldn't get used to the polite way they spoke to him.
While Han looked for a place to camp, the day fell into complete darkness. Han looked for a place where the morning dew would not condense.
A huge smile spread upon Octo's greasy face. He let Han freely pilot the psychoframe for the remaining period of time. Han freely piloted his psychoframe. He wasn't yet accustomed to it, and clumsily tumbled around many times.