Clomp!
Clong!
Clomp!
Following the Overseer's resolution of the speech, the immediate rhythmic tune of footsteps filled the pavilion as each person omitted their presence from the structure.
Filing between one another most rushed out to continue to their own devices or continuing to the tasks assigned before being forced to attend the newbie orientation speech.
Noticing that the orientation had been discontinued, the silver-haired senior who led the group of twenty from the transportation cubi was of course assigned to act as their platoon leader.
"I have yet to introduce myself," The silver-haired man voiced in a bored tone.
"I'll act as your current platoon leader unless by some chance I die or otherwise,"
"My name is Lucas,"
Dividing their attention towards the senior, the group continued to omit silence.
"Anyway, now that I've gotten the useless information out of the way, I'll now guide you bunch to the barracks," Lucas said stifling a yawn.
Expressing a half-hearted gesture, Lucas began to walk in a specific direction.
Observing this Alex began to follow.
The road from the pavilion to the main camp held a different terrain compared to the other.
The ground is a rough pavement with a surface resembling that of the pavilions.
From my current point of view, the view held within the distance beheld an array of different structures each corresponding to simple architecture. There was close to no vegetation, the ground was mostly a barren landscape of pavement.
Trees were limited in size, with the highest spire beckoning a peak of 300cm, grass was replaced with an unsightly abundance of cumulative weeds that outlined the camp's exterior boundary.
The majority of people who lived in the camp were tasked with guard duty, and others were occupied with assigned tasks.
The walk from the pavilion to the main camp was relatively fast, with the whole stray only extending a grand total of several minutes.
Viewing the simple structures up close a nagging feeling of disappointment birthed within my mind.
While the simple structures were excessively loitered around in uniform patterns, the designs held little to awe towards.
'I don't know what I was taking for the past 5 months to make me even slightly believe that coming here was a bright idea.' I thought with a slight sigh
Lowering my head to a slight downward angle, I was met with the view of uneven pavement.
Relishing myself in my own endeavor, I forced any negative promotion that dared to linger within my thoughts to null.
Emotions were easy to manage if you knew how.
Such a trife of unease could effortlessly become manipulated into feelings of drive, rage, joy, or other.
It was a simple ability that I begged Evelyn to teach me during the extensive training. During the beguilingly long hours of those dark times, I would use the technique to force my mentality to take the shape of a person apathetic toward the sensation of pain.
At the time it was useful and fortunately, it was now.
Though of course, it's important to note that the technique I use is merely a diluted version of the one Evelyn was nictorus for within the novel.
My version of the technique was merely only useful for diluting the feelings brought by small urges, pain, or fleeting thoughts.
I was essentially tricking myself into believing that these things are either good or bad.
Stepping over a jagged protrusion on the ground I consequently noticed something interesting from the corner of my eye.
Within my peripheral vision, I witnessed a group of individuals rallying in a focal point between two of the simple buildings, they were in front of something with most either etching excited or ragged expressions.
From such expression whatever they seemed to be rallying around would by common sense have to be more thrilling compared to the dull environment within the camp.
Dividing my attention from both the silver-haired senior and towards the group of people I slightly began to narrow my gaze to better understand or see what they were parading around.
Attempting to view what the cheering people were observing I shifted my body into several different positions, yet my gaze was still obscured due to the sheer concentration of people.
Feeling annoyed with the prospect of my hindered perception and with my curiosity now piqued I gradually began diverging my steps slowly away from the group while simultaneously hiding myself from the silver-haired man's perception. Reaching an optimal distance I sfitly began to rush towards the group of people located within he focal point.
Reaching my desired location my vision of the ongoing event was still hindered.
'Fucking annoying bastards,' I thought in a callused tone due to my annoyance.
Guiding my body through the crowded mass of people my gaze lingered on something rather interesting.
Slash!
Held single-handed was a long-bladed sword that slashed forward in a downward motion.
From its body, a dim trail of residual energy layered the blade.
Furrowing his brows towards the foe, the targeted man lunged backward in a swift series of steps evading the strikes' reach.
Seeing that his strike had missed, the blue-haired man quickly adjusted his now vulnerable position, switching to a stance with his left leg firmly placed in front of him and his right behind.
Scoffing at the blue-haired man in a mocking manner due to the failed attack, the targeted man in a swift motion shifted his stance before bolting forward.
Resting his two daggers within his grasp in a downward position, the targeted man jumped to the side dodging the blue-haired man's floozy barrage of repetitive sword strikes.
They were crude and lacked precision.
Gritting his teeth the Blue-haired man calculated his foes' attacks.
Seeing that the Blue-haired man halted his assault the targeted man positioned his body and jumped forward in a significant burst of speed.
Eyeing the man's 'X ' slash with a dual-wielded set of daggers the Blue haired man aimed his following sword strike into a crude attempt of a perry.
It failed and embarrassingly so.
Etching a cynical smile on his features the targeted man threw his daggers into the distance mid-strike before adjusting his body and throwing his fist forward.
The force behind the punch was comparable to that of a world-class athlete,
Connecting his haymaker with the blue-haired man's chin, the man slowly staggered backward due to the sheer power held behind the fist.
In a daze the blue-haired man nearly tumbled forward and towards the hard pavement, yet this didn't happen.
Before the blue-haired man's tumble, the targeted man grasped his hair forcing the man's body to arise.
"I'm not done yet fucker," the man said
Looking toward the other the blue-haired man's features quickly shifted from arrogance to that of fear.
"Plea-"
Before the man could finish his plea the targeted man connected a barrage of different punches against the blue-haired man's face.
A steady stream of crimson liquid spewed out of the man's nose.
Puslsh!
With each strike against the man's face, the targeted man's fist would become a more and more protuberant crimson.
Splashed blood lunged forward staining segments of the target men's garments.
Puslsh!Puslsh!Puslsh! Puslsh! Puslsh! Puslsh!Puslsh!Puslsh!
With the blue-haired man's hair still within his grasp, he elevated the man several feet above the ground before aggressively throwing the man toward the ground.
Connecting with the ground the blue-haired man's eyes rolled back into his skull and he lost consciousness.