Han quietly got up. Everyone looked toward his direction. Everyone understood already. If Han had not come up with this battle formation in that brief moment, things would not have ended so smoothly. They would have probably been completely slaughtered.
The morning alarm rang all over Ark. People exited their dorm rooms one by one. The residents of this place didn't bother assembling or lining up, but instead walked around casually. Second years always moved as one, in squads. It was rare that anyone would move around by themselves.
"How shameless can you be to be class president when you're unable to properly display psychokinetic powers. Kids have such low standards these days. Don't you think it has fallen a bit too low?"
One person amongst the inspectors mumbled. His eyes darkened ominously. He looked like he lost touch with his sanity. He couldn't shake off the fear after witnessing Kuro's psychic powers. He felt a strong sense of duty to kill all the psykers here. He moved between people toward Kuro's direction.
"The winner will tip a bit toward the loser who lost it all. Take it, pal. Take this and don't be so mad. Let's be friends, huh?"
Han glanced over to Simon from Squad 3. It seems Simon had single-handedly taken care of the enemies that they met on their way here.
Kijo's legs trembled violently. Han wanted to give up and simply escape from this place. His reflexes told him to run away.
"His psychic potential is lower, the development of his skills are lackluster as well. However, his psychic control skills are excellent. The evolution of his powers is very slow in contrast to the amount of practice he puts in, but ironically it helped him develop absolute control of his psychic skills. It's impossible for a young child with that build to throw a spear this distance. But, Han has subsidized his psychic power to his strength and succeeded. Nobody taught him how to do this and he developed these skills himself."
"You sound like you were there. It could be the case. However, it could also mean that I really wished to kill them with the missile as well. It probably was the case. I could have made a different choice at the last moment. They were caught into my viciousness."
Octo chuckled as he got out his tools. Octo and the engineers expertly removed the securing devices and unscrewed the various parts.
Han had devised various tactics dedicated for specific squad competitions. They were exhaustive and thorough tactics made for the purpose of winning the squad battles.
Han could easily laugh off these moments. He had had to face these types of people within a hell-like environment while looking after his younger siblings from adults since he could remember.
Elu hunters were naturally very thin and lanky. They had no whites to their eyes and a strange, creepy light seemed to reflect from them. Their ears twitched catching every little noise around themselves.
"Still, I think we should transfer him up into the third year. There's nothing that Han would gain remaining in second year. He would just pointlessly win squad mock battles. What this youth needs is real life experience."
The Chinese soldiers lined up in perfect order and saluted the corporal. The officer in charge who looked down on Schwartz, regarded the corporal with nothing but respect.
"That's it. There is no need to fight a battle you can't win. We're not sports athletes. It's necessary to throw away our pride and honor from time to time. It's important to accept that an enemy is stronger than you. It's not necessary for you to become the strongest in any one skill. What you must do, is make the situation the most advantageous for yourself, and battle your opponent with your strongest weapon. This lesson applies to every battle. From time to time, you must give up in order to see the correct road forward. We will stop for today."
The enemy was calculative and provocative. It attacked from the front, but it understood it was fighting a disadvantaged battle, so it always maintained a safe distance.
Someone screamed. The fully armed soldiers shot their guns ruthlessly toward the first years. Children around the age of ten fell to the ground one after another. They cried in pain and fear.
After fully testing out all the functions of his helmet, he spun around his twin blades.
Instructor Wei was not the best candidate to foster promotions through the Ark system. He believed that children should have the right to behave as children. In Instructor Wei's eyes, Han was just a pitiable child.
"Stop! We'll end our spar here," Laocha shouted. Han suddenly realized he was going to use his telekinetic powers. He almost sent the steel bars and dumbells flying in the air.
A few children clamored. Han had been one of the last few children to succeed. There had been many who had already given up trying to manifest their powers.