Time passes so fast that it's dissipating. But in the blink of an eye, another year and a half has passed. However, for those who are prepared, this is not difficult to accept. At least for Conrad Coetze.

He focused on his duties and turned work into a daily routine – which may sound a little creepy, given that the word work usually means 'torture' most of the time.

However, he really did not find it unacceptable to spend more than 12 hours a day correcting various official documents.

Through the data report, he can clearly see, and even perceive, that Nostramo is changing little by little. This process is enough to comfort him, and the positive emotional rewards are enough to dilute all the discomfort that comes with working long hours.

Moreover, he knew very well that this situation was only temporary.

The Midnight Blade is an Astarte Legion after all, and they can't stay in Nostramo forever, the Great Expedition needs them.

So, try to get everything right before then.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does. He kept his emotional calm and rational gaze at everything around him, trying to make himself ignore a point in such a mundane routine - of course, he didn't succeed.

He couldn't ignore it.

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"Hand-to-hand combat is the last option in combat." Siani said with little emotion. "If you still have any weapons in your hand, or if the enemy doesn't force you to do it, don't put it into practice."

"Bare hands are a less efficient option than swords and firearms. You can use it to silently take out mortals or enemies who are unaware of you, but a knife will only be faster. ”

"It's much more convenient to stick straight into the heart or cut the trachea than to reach out and break the neck, but having said that, we still have to practice it. It's always good to have one more choice in a time of crisis. ”

His voice echoed through the vaulted ceiling, and there was only one other person listening to him in the empty driving range, and he didn't seem to be paying attention.

He had long black hair, which had now fallen out of the way and falling behind his shoulders. His cheeks were bruised, he was wearing practice iron armor, and he held a practice chainsaw sword in his right hand. It is not fitted with a monomolecular saw blade, which is simply made of ordinary steel.

"But you were just sneaking up." The bruised-faced man said hoarsely. "Aren't we in a sword fight, Instructor Siani?"

"No one says you can't punch your opponent in the face in a sword fight, in fact, if I could, I would kill you with a blaster from a few hundred meters away. Instead of a close-quarters sneak attack. ”

Siani grinned, his smile full of smugness. The man with a blue nose and swollen face caught this incident and couldn't help grinding his teeth.

"Fighting is essentially bullying, remember. A fair duel is something that fools would do, unless you're having a friendly technical exchange with us, or our cousins. ”

Siani said, emphasizing the word friendly.

"You weren't friendly just now." Sevita shook her head, but couldn't help but retort.

If it were a different person, he would use a tirade to refute the other person, but he was dealing with 'Thera of Terra', so tirade was no longer an option.

After all, a year and a half has passed.

Now, he looks almost completely different from before. He was six feet tall, and the bones were still creaking every night, and Sevita suspected they would grow.

The same goes for his muscles, which are inflated, with synthetics and instructions from the Chief Medical Officer, allowing them to improve with a little exercise. Within a year and a half, his physiology was almost perfect.

This kind of power can be observed with the naked eye, and it can also be felt.

Now, Yago Sevita can punch through a plate of steel or twist steel with a grip alone, and it's incredibly fast.

But he hasn't done the last step yet, so he'll still only be called a recruit, or a reserve.

"Friendliness is just a lie." Siani made no secret of his disdain. "You don't have to pretend anymore, Reserve Yago, you've been thinking about how to cut me with that chainsaw sword of yours since the beginning, right?"

"Please call me Sevita."

"Unless you hit me." Siani smiled slowly as she pulled down her visor.

The Nightblades have a variety of different styles of training armor, and while they serve the same purpose, they vary greatly in appearance. At the moment, Siani only brought a knight's helmet with a simple style, which seemed to be more decorative than practical.

Not only did he not wear training armor, but he even looked very leisurely on his feet. It's not like you're facing an enemy with a weapon that could threaten him with death, it's like you're facing a young child.

You can probably guess what he was up to, and he got there.

Sevita took a slow, deep breath.

Siani easily angered Sevita with a single sentence and a gesture that remained largely unchanged. This anger was already there, and Sevita had no intention of preventing it from exploding.

He took a step forward, and the chainsaw sword began to spin with a roar. The sawblade made a terrible noise, and his posture had changed dramatically from the ugliness he had once despised as a 'monkey' a year and a half earlier.

Only the last three fingers held the sword, while his index finger remained in a false grip. It looks weird, but it carries a strong sense of power.

Siani clearly captured this through his now limited vision, and a smile bloomed on his face, "Good, Yago. ”

He burst out laughing and kicked Sevita in the knee of his left leg early, barely sparing a hand. Sevita immediately heard the sound of his own fractures, and he immediately gritted his teeth and did not let himself scream in pain.

His sword momentum had been blocked, and it was logical that his attack would no longer be effective - but Sevita clenched her index finger sharply at this moment.

At this point, his right hand was perfectly attached to the hilt, and his left leg was pinned to the spot. In the midst of the roar, a loud, slightly dull thud followed.

"Well done." Siani said lightly, and took a step back, lifting her visor again.

Sevita gasped, slowly retracted her left leg, and sat down on the ground. His chainsaw sword was lying not far away, and Siani had knocked it flying with just one combat knife, and Sevita couldn't even see how he did it.

"It's interesting how you hold your sword, Reserve. Store your power until you really seize the opportunity before releasing it. ”

Siani couldn't help but laugh and gave his own assessment. "It's funny, it's just not very practical."

"Isn't it practical?" Sevita asked calmly. His left hand was gently touching his knee, feeling the extent of the damage to his bones.

"Of course." Siani nodded. "What kind of weapon do you think the chainsaw sword is? Wooden sticks? It doesn't require you to use a second force to increase its lethality, you just make sure it hits the enemy and it won't let you down. Pretty well done, though. ”

He took off his helmet and turned it around. A notch in the visor is very clear, caused by the steel saw blade.

"Did I hit you?"

"Yes, Sevita."

Siani approached his only student, turned his helmet around, and tapped his finger at the indentation in the armor.

"If it were a real fight, you should be able to blind me with the help of Power Armor and a real chainsaw sword, or just cut off half of my face."

"Sounds like a good thing." Sevita grinned. "I thought, if I have the chance, I'll give it a try."

"Yes, if you can get close to me, and I only have a combat dagger in my hand, you can do it." Siani put away his smile and gently kicked Sevita's injured left leg with his foot, causing him more pain.

"Do you understand now? Bully, remember these four words, recruit. You'll need to use it for the final assessment after two months. ”

Sevita nodded lightly and made a nostramo gesture to Sianibi. The Terraclan laughed, and immediately returned the color. Gutera's gang gestures were born naturally from his hands, and it looked almost like he was dancing.

Sevita pursed her lips and angrily forced herself to look away, getting up from the ground without relying on anyone.

He found his chainsaw sword, took it, and turned to leave the driving range. The training time is over and he will go for treatment.

Siani knew that it would only take two more days for him to see the reserves active on the practice ground again. A broken knee is nothing, and Yago Sevitarione is now left with a black carapace implant and a little final maturation

Then, he will officially enlist in the army.

Siani slowly lowered his head and pondered in the empty driving range.

It's rare, but he does have mixed feelings about it.

Yago Sevitaleon was once a fine beast, but now that he has grown claws and fangs, he is only close to becoming a truly formidable beast.

His talent is unquestionable, Siani has determined that Sevita is a natural warrior, and Fer Zaloster also said that he has never seen someone who is so powerful by nature.

Where will he go in the future?

Siani didn't have an answer, he just had a strong intuition. He didn't think this recruit was going to die on the battlefield, he was going to make a name for himself, he was going to-

The champion of hand-to-hand combat abruptly stopped thinking.

"-Instructor?" He turned his head and was not surprised to see Karil Lohals.

The latter smiled at him and said hello. Siani couldn't help but sigh and complained, "Seriously, it's time for you to change this habit. ”

"If I had corrected it, your anti-stealth technology wouldn't have advanced by leaps and bounds in a year and a half."

"But you're not stealth!" Siani exclaimed. "Who can really merge with the darkness like you!"

"Conrad Coetze."

“.”

"Do you want to refute? Or is it default? ”

"I want to refute." Siani replied sullenly. "But I think it's just going to make you joke more."

"I'm not kidding." Carlil nodded at him in a seemingly serious manner, and cast a silent stare. It was only when Siani finally couldn't hold back and was about to start sighing for a long time that he spoke, changing the subject without a trace.

"Alright, let's get down to business - how is he doing?"

"Aren't you watching every day?"

"But I'm just a bystander, after all." Carlil reached for the battle knife in Siani's hand and began to examine the scars from the collision with the chainsaw sword. "How do you compare the feelings of the spectators with the feelings of the witnesses?"

Siani frowned and began to think.

"He's improving a lot." After a minute-long silence, he said. "No, actually, very fast. I'm now starting to believe that he was 'better' than everyone else before he was transformed. ”

"This kid has an inexplicable intuition in battle, and if I confront him with just one sword or martial artistry, he'll quickly find a weakness in it. I had to change my tricks and tricks to face him. Moreover, he is tenacious. ”

Speaking of this, the young man who was a teacher for the first time finally showed a heartfelt smile on his face: "This tenacity made him get up from the ground again and again and face me again and again. ”

Carlil listened silently, not commenting. He was still playing with the battle dagger. It's a good weapon for the Astartes, but it's not quite good for him.

However, that didn't stop him from running the blade between his fingers, or even on his wrist, causing it to disappear into thin air. After this set of actions was done, he replied to Siani.

"You've done your job well, Instructor Siani." Carlil said with a smile. "Looks like I've finally officially got a peer - how? I took him for a year and a half, and do you want to lead others to study in the future? ”

"Ahh "No, forget it."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I don't have that much patience." Siani shrugged. "I'll leave this to you, and what do you mean?"

Carlil smiled but didn't say a word. He handed the dagger back to Siani, and then turned around and nodded slowly at the other end of the training ground.

There, Conrad Coetzes was leaning against the wall, staring silently. With long hair and loose hair, he looks very lazy, but his expression is extremely focused.

"Primordial?" Siani was taken aback.

"You've failed another anti-stealth test." Carlil said mercilessly.

"Ugh"

"Yes, the conscription is about to begin." Conrad Coetzes spoke, his voice deep. "Before I do that, though, I have something to ask you, Carlile."

This chapter is 4k, owes 2k, and will be paid back tomorrow.

By the way, if you can put up with the never-ending reading of the starry sky and the super lot of propaganda deception and the basically useless space. It's actually a good game.

I give 6 points.

(End of chapter)