Chapter 303: The Right Guess
Tang Xiao had made quite the impression with his rage-filled assault in the last fight. It left a particularly powerful impression on Gao Lei. He was so impressed, in fact, that heโd approached Tang Xiao before the training, patting him on the shoulder, and shared a few words. If he ever joined the forces, heโd said, Tang Xiao was sure to become an excellent soldier. He promised to lay a solid foundation so the young man could achieve that dream.
Then Tang Xiaoโฆ
Wang Hongyuan, Tang Lingyun, Mika and Xiuxiu were underwhelmed by the military training, when compared to the last month the students had suffered. For them this was especially true; what they needed, was combat experience.
It was also notable that they were still forbidden from using their Disciplines. To Lan Jue, the best way to become better was trial by fire.
When meal time came, the students wolfed down their nutrition like ravenous animals. They fell asleep almost immediately and, in conjunction with the injections the young women were administrating, they were right as rain by the time they woke up.
โDrillmaster Lei Feng.โ Lan Jue turned to face the unfamiliar voice, an uninvited guest in their dormitory.
Tan Lingyun stood a small distance away. Even in her flaking mask she was a stunning vision of beauty. The tight-fitting flight suit accentuated her feminine charms.
โWhat is it?โ Lan Jueโs door was open. He had yet to remove the mask, so his identity remained intact.
โI wanted to verify something with you,โ she replied.
Lan Jue shot her a curious look. โVerify what?
The Savage Goddessโ chest heaved in a sigh. She looked as though she were struggling with herself. โThat man in the green maskโฆ he was the An Lun supersoldier wasnโt he? The one they call Prometheus.โ
โWhy do you say that,โ Lan Jue answered.
She went on. โI know what kind of power you command. You showed that today with the fight โ more than any normal man could handle. But the other one was even stronger. He was able to wander around here without any of the soldiers stopping him, and young. If he isnโt Prometheus, then I have no idea who else he could be.โ
Lan Jueโs eyes reverted to the calm indifference they usually bore. โSo you think heโs Prometheus. I guess he must be. Itโs late, time for you to get some rest.โ
Tan Lingyun didnโt move. She just looked back at him. She sputtered suddenly โThat means youโre probably Zeus. I should stop calling you Lei Feng. Drillmaster Zeus โ thatโs what I should address you as.โ
โEh?โ Now Lan Jue was truly taken aback. He thought desperately about how he revealed himself.
Tan Lingyunโs eyes twinkled fervently as she looked at him. โThere are so few god-ranked pilots, and even fewer in DreamNet. Youโve worked hard to keep your identity a secret, but I first saw it during the god-ranked battles. There are a few small movements you and Zeus perform exactly the same. Furthermore, weโve seen that you have a strong Discipline, that focuses on lightning. There are only a few famous pilots who fit that description. That, and your close relationship with Prometheus which we could guess from that exchange, just confirmed it. Youโre Prometheusโ brother in arms โ Zeus. Iโm right, arenโt I? And that man who came to the NEU and helped with the training, that water Adept, he must have been Poseidon!โ
Lan Jue rose to his feet, and approached Tan Lingyun. She unconsciously took a step back, but her eyes were as bright and excited as ever.
Lan Jue knew that look. It was the same way Poseidonโs fans looked at him.
โGet out!โ
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The training schedule was a full one. The soldier training program was as brutal as it was trying. But the students were elated, because there were many devices here a soldier might use for training โ tools they now had access to. Not least of these were the mecha used in actual combat.
A month was hardly any time at all to them. Though the work here was laborious and tough, and they only had about four hours of rest a day, but they had the best instructors and then those nutrition injections which made it bearable.
More and more the students were realizing that the hell theyโd experienced during the first month was to help them achieve a very solid foundation. It helped them improve their skills, as well as their ability to carry on in the face of hardships. Now they were like sponges, and absorbed every little detail they came across.
Of course the bioelectricity, the medicine baths, and the protogenic emulsion theyโd absorbed, all conspired to help them gain as much as they could from the experience, to absorb and assimilate it as quickly as possible. Of course, they didnโt necessarily realize it themselves.
Almost every day a student was breaking through to a new level โ not just their Discipline, but their spirit.
Innocence was systematically drawn from the fresh faces of the young pilots. It was replaced by a steadfast resolution, a deep-seated iron quality. They adopted the same expressionless face the soldiers bore. No matter what they encountered, they did so with an indifferent faรงade.
They had also gotten used to this painfully dreary โ and physically painful โ existence. They were even starting to like this metal world they inhabited. Every day they worked, they had a deeper understanding on the An Lun soldiers and what they did for the Alliance. Not only were their bodies finely honed killing machines, their willpower was also forged to be hard as steel. Only men and women like these could defend the Alliance from its enemies.
โYouโre certainly an effective Drillmaster!โ Lan Qing stood on a metal platform, overlooking the training field. As always, his voice was soft, hardly louder than a whisper.
Lan Jue allowed himself a small smile. He wasnโt wearing his mask: his face needed some fresh air.
โDo you really want them to undergo the selection process?โ Lan Qing turned his face to look at his brother.
Lan Jue nodded. โSo they can prove to themselves how far theyโve come. Powerful people require confidence, and confidence is the root of power. If they use their abilities to improve their confidence, theyโll improve even further. Then theyโll really be ready to stand on their own.โ
โWhat then? Whatโs the plan once theyโve completed this training?โ
โMake me a battalion commander,โ Lan Jue said off-handedly.
โEh?โ Lan Qing looked at his younger brother in stunned disbelief.
Lan Jueโs grin revealed rows of pearly white teeth. โIโve always wanted my own team. I mean, my power has its limits but these kids are full of potential. Iโm certain, in a few years, I could turn them in to an elite fighting force.โ
โYou. Join the Army.โ Lan Jue just stared.
โNot now of course,โ Lan Jue said. โIf what the Clairvoyant said is true, Iโll come and find you when the enemy appears. Iโll be your errand boy, howโs that?โ
โYou believe these kids will continue to follow you?โ the commander asked.
Lan Jue looked over the students gathered below. โStep by step, brother. Why do you think I brought them here? Iโm certain theyโll never forget their days on An Lun, long after this month of training is over. In old China there was a saying, wasnโt there? โOnly the father and son can win a battle.โ We donโt know who our father is, but when the enemy does show I want to be by my brotherโs side.โ
Lan Qingโs rock-solid face crumbled just enough to allow a small smile. He raised a hand and patted Lan Jueโs shoulder. โWeโve got to get stronger!โ
โYes. So if these kids do manage to pass muster and get selected, youโre going to owe me something.โ Lan Jue said through a smirk.
The smile on Lan Qingโs face widened still further. โEverything youโve said so far was building to this sentence.โ
โWorthy of being known as the โGod of Wisdomโ,โ Lan Jue said.
Lan Qing shook his head. โI didnโt guess. I knew because Iโm your big brother. Youโre never so nice as when you need something.โ
Lan Jue brought his eyes back to Lan Qing. โIf โ whenโฆ when the day comes that I can, Iโm going to beat the ever loving crap out of you.โ
Lan Qing met his gaze. โIโm looking forward to it. Now letโs get going.โ
โGo where?โ Lan Jue asked.
โIโve helped you train your Tai chi, and I see youโve improved considerably. You have to keep it up.โ
Lan Jueโs face scrunched in displeasure. โDonโt give me that. You just want to smack me around some more.โ
โOf course.โ
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Fifty-one students stood in five rows. Their faces were still, devoid of expression. This, and their dark flight suits, lent to the faint aura of deadliness that had begun to follow them.
Lan Jue, in his golden masked, stood before them. Tan Lingyun, Wang Hongyuan, Mika and Xiuxiu where fanned out to his left and right.
โItโs been nearly a month since weโve arrived. Soon weโll be heading back. This means that the second portion of our overall training is complete. Itโs time to leave An Lun.โ Lan Jueโs voice was soft, but carried well.
The students stood in formation, absolutely still. No one dared move, or make a sound. They were like statues, dangerous statues. At the very least, they were much more disciplined than when theyโd first arrived.
But there was more in their eyes; loss.
Their time here on this famed planet was โ literally and figuratively โ a world different than the live theyโd lived on Skyfire. They didnโt even want to consider time during the first month of training. Every day was a battle against the pain that consumed them, to where they hardly wished to live. They didnโt even want to remember those awful days.
But here, on An Lun, things were different. Although they were weary, beaten down, and in pain, but they felt enriched. They were learning knew things every day, things they they lapped up like a thirsty man in the desert. They could all feel the vast improvements theyโve made since classes started.
The impractical and showy fisticuffs theyโd shown up with were gone. Theyโd learned the proper way to fight, simple and direct without any unneeded flare. Efficiency, callousness, obeisance and fearlessness โ that was who they were now. These were things they learned from the soldiers, things only the elite could understand.
Many were surprised to discover that they liked it here. Only those who fit in could see, could understand the industrious and hardworking life the soldiers had here, and why they liked it.
In this world of steel and iron, every one of them had grown tremendously. And not just in power, either. Theyโd arrived as boys and girls, but now they were men and women. Now they were on their way to being warriors.
And now it was time to leave? The last two months were all that was left in their memory, that torment and torture and surprise and elation. It was almost done. At the outset the number of students whoโd wanted out were innumerable. But that fear and loathing were gone, now they were struggling with regret.
Those emotional, conflicted eyes followed their Demon Drillmaster.