WAR Viewpoint
3. Code name

The blue star our witness.

Looking towards the starry sky.

He got lost in that daydream.

Feel the same feeling.

He knows better this taste.

When the light replaces the night.

He was awakened by a warm light.

But left in the dark and solitude.

Trapped in a feeling of solitude.

Why can't he go after her.

Why is there always time to separate.

He could not shake that sense of solitude.

Can only expect.

Daydreaming.

Eternity afternoon.

Please give me your time.

.....

"You want to tell me that's all you're capable of!"

"What do you think this place is? Kindergarten?!"

"Your life is even worse than that of a child who was in junior high school"

Shouts from superiors who become novice coaches are heard at every corner of the field.

This was the best morning she had ever felt.

If it were not for the fact that it was not them who were the victims of that shout, perhaps the small smile on his face would have changed as well.

But unfortunately that is not the case for the three new slaves who are subjected to the current verbal abuse.

'Did he soften his heart from seeing the age of those younger than us back then?'

'When what we received at that time was much worse than this'

Currently all three of them have just completed a warm-up run of 10 rounds of the football field.

Hearing how each breath sting and breathing the air greedily can make anyone think that this is a very cruel exercise to do to children their age and this coach must have taken them.

But veterans know better, this kind of exercise is a great exercise for beginners to improve their mentality and physique.

Well at least it's evident given that what they did back then was even more cruel than what they had asked the new kid to do.

"Three first generation losers"

Hearing how the ridiculous name he had always hated came out of the mouth of the former coach, each of those who knew well to whom that ridiculous name led to quickly standing horizontally making rows.

"Ready"

"I'd like to introduce you to the candidates for three second-generation losers"

Seeing the three gathered the coach did not need to speak a stale language.

"The progress and setbacks of the three in the future are your responsibility"

"I don't want any drama here"

"So you fellow losers, you better cooperate well!"

***

The afternoon after training ends

Brak!

the sound of the iron door opening violently managed to attract attention in the room.

"Who's Ian here?"

Someone who became the perpetrator of that thing entered with a serious face then asked.

Ignoring the harsh tone, ian who felt his name called turned his head with a big question mark.

"The admiral called you"

***

Passing through the hallways, although no mouth spoke, anyone could tell that there was some kind of strangeness going on today.

Then there was also the unwearing aura that came from every soldier.

What's going on today?

And more importantly where will they take him?

What is this so important thing that even they do not let it change clothes properly.

He was currently walking in a bare-chested state.

there were a total of four warriors leading by each side.

With a feeling of anxiety, her irises saw that they had led her in a direction that even she herself did not know

Entering an ordinary looking room, one of them approached one of the guards and let out a whisper.

After they finished they then walked back into the room, the unexpected thing was the existence of the stairs that led underground in that place.

Sensing the danger, he was certain that his unreasonable heartbeat had been heard by that person

It could not be, but as an elite was it that hard to hear? or they don't care at all.

Stopping in front of the stairs for a moment, but they did not allow it at all, a fast moving hand pushed him from behind to continue moving forward.

Must be one of the soldiers behind him.

The white-colored vast space was what he next saw, quite surprisingly this was even in waking up underground.

Continuing to walk, along the streets, he saw people in white shirts and some soldiers.

A hand on his back reminded him of what he was here for, the person continued to lead him forward.

There were no unsurprising windows at all but the doors that lined up along the way were very suspicious, let alone the fact that they had the same appearance.

How big is this place? Quite surprisingly this kind of place was built underground.

What are they doing with this kind of place?nuclear bomb research?

Right after he thought they were almost there, they stopped at a large door that looked like an important room.

he then saw one of them go to swipe a card before the door opened completely.

but what he saw next made his breath stop.

The tube, what they did put them there.

The three new children who should be currently in the room of isolation beginners each are in a different tube with various cables connected to their bodies.

Haru and achilles.

What happened, they had just completed that mission and obeyed what they were told.

This is very different from what they promised.

Knowing that the situation would be troublesome he still tried to find a way out.

"Stop him"

Admiral flyn's voice sounded with absolute command.

The four guards had now attempted to stop him.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was really a bad situation, how he could win from the four adult men who had spent their time in the army.

With a few blows from them was enough to make him lose and get caught in their grasp.

Even if the situation had run to this point how could he let them win by a landslide with satisfaction.

"Crazy people! what kind of father would let his son become a research mouse"

Spit out those words on the admiral's face, seeing how the brows were furrowed and the changed facial expression he knew that he had touched his weakest point.

The next thing that happened was how his body crashed into a nearby wall due to a blow.

A rough hand grabbed her hair which made her look up.

"Son you must pay good attention to how you speak, I also have limits of patience, what I do for Achilles is what I consider best as his father"

"And you're also here because your father wants you to come along for this"

Funny snorting and a mixed sense of annoyance, what he hated was when someone mentioned it.

"a father who has never cared for his son has no right to interfere in his affairs"

The last thing he remembered after that was how he felt his body crashing down once again accompanied by a piercing pain in his forehead and a faint sound.

"k%ta h#r@s &@%yu$tik&ya"

"C@n4m#"

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