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"How unexpected! He can actually fly?" someone joked.
"How could there be such a level of progress? How old is he? But it’s about right; I really didn’t misjudge him. He is truly a gift from God to us, amazing! He has exceptional talent and an indomitable spirit. That’s why I value him. Initially, I wanted him to become a leader directly, skipping the trial phase. However, I later realized that I shouldn’t deprive him of the opportunity to interact with his peers during this stage. If I did, it would only make his character more rebellious, potentially turning him into a tyrant. My initial thought was indeed a wrong decision. Fortunately, I later changed my approach, which led to who he is now," Hilbert shook his head, indicating that it wasn't that exaggerated.
"Hey, you’re making it difficult for us! We actually want to know what kind of person he is. To receive such praise from the professor, he must be quite special," someone remarked. The implication was clear: at the very least, he must possess unique talents in military affairs. However, Hilbert's firm stance indicated that he had both talent and strength, which certainly aligned with his words. After all, every student who came from him was indeed outstanding; otherwise, they wouldn’t have made it into his academy.
"I don’t mean to put you in a difficult position. Anyway, we are all united against a common enemy—the Zerg is our pressing concern. We are comrades in arms, so consider this as you doing me a favor by encouraging the younger generation. But remember, he is one of us from the Hunter Association," Hilbert stated.
"You’re just being arrogant, Hilbert! I’ve got my eye on that kid too. I’m planning to hand over my Black Armored Troop to him for management. Before that happens, he must earn the respect of everyone in the team; only then can he manage the team's atmosphere effectively. When a positive cycle is established within the team, he can become the Pillar of the Community. Our research team has developed a new technology called the Martial Arts Gloves. Compared to the previous generation of Upgrade models, the side effects have been greatly reduced. Now each member of my Black Armored Troop rivals that equipment! Wasn’t that thing previously off-limits? If it’s a divine taboo, with our current scientific technology, it won’t be long before humans can think and act like gods! Interested? I can bring one for you; once you wear it, your reaction will be absolutely amazing! My body doesn’t allow me to wear it anymore; if I were ten years younger, I would have already used it to conquer territories!" Star Marshal said nonchalantly.
"What Martial Arts Gloves? You’re just hoping I kick the bucket soon so you can swallow up my students! You really are a handful. While I'm alive, we’ll talk about this; even after I'm gone, you won’t get your way! The older you get, the more cunning you become. How did I not see this side of you before? There’s a saying: the older you get, the more you reminisce about the past," Hilbert laughed and took a sip of tea before continuing.
"What? That saying means the older you get, the more thoughts you have! Who would want to become more despicable as they age? When you're young and ignorant, mistakes are allowed; time permits you to keep making them. But when your time is running out, do you still think making mistakes is good? You’d feel ashamed," Star Marshal replied.
The two old men exchanged banter back and forth while those around them felt somewhat helpless. They couldn’t interject; they had to laugh along with them and share their worries as well—no special treatment was allowed; it was all for appeasing these two stubborn old men.
"Report! I'm coming in!" A sudden noise came from outside as a series of footsteps echoed. The door was knocked on just as they were processing what was happening; someone had already entered before they could react.
"Who is this guy? Doesn’t seem to understand rules at all," Star Marshal grumbled disdainfully as he glanced toward the door. Just moments ago, his every gesture resembled that of an instructor—only military instructors interrogate soldiers like that.
It should be noted that earlier in the dining hall not only ordinary soldiers were reprimanded but even officers were caught in the crossfire. In the military, there’s a kind of interconnectedness; if one person makes a mistake, those around them suffer too because they failed to intervene and merely watched from the sidelines.
However, what this young man was doing now made even those nearby feel awkward. Star Marshal's eyes could not tolerate any hint of imperfection.
"Hey, hasn't it already passed? Young people should have the time to make mistakes, right? Isn't it time to give them a chance?" Hilbert smiled.
"That's true, but if they can't even handle something this simple, what can they do in the future?" Star Marshal grumbled. "This is the most basic thing about being a person and a soldier. It's also what you should do for your elders. Look at him, just barging in without giving anyone a chance to react. If we were discussing something urgent, his intrusion could disrupt our conversation and might even leak military information. That would be a serious offense—one that could lead to execution."
Execution? That sounded terrifying. Freyr felt the unusual gazes in the room. He glanced around and immediately stood at attention, not daring to take a step forward. One wrong move could lead to a lifetime of regret.
"No need to be polite; it's good to see you again, Freyr. You are my most outstanding student, and from now on, let's fight side by side." A strange voice chimed in—it was the notoriously difficult Coach Smiling Tiger, known for his cunning ways.
"Uh, Coach Clinton, long time no see. What brings you here?" Freyr was surprised to see a familiar face in such a place, especially his former mentor who had inspired him.
"Wondering why I'm here? That academy is part of the association's enterprise. By integrating courses into university life, we aim to provide better education for many gifted children like you. Every additional student we teach is a step forward; if even one out of hundreds can succeed, I consider it worthwhile. We have high hopes for you, and you haven't let us down. Many times I've wanted to reconnect with you, but I feared you'd be held back by past ties—that wouldn't be good. So I kept my presence hidden and observed you after you joined the association. Hilbert, the President, knew about you from the start and valued you highly; he went through great lengths to recruit you. You were originally with the Human Alliance; I really appreciate Star Marshal's willingness to let you go, haha!" Clinton laughed.
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