He felt something chilling from behind. Han prepared himself for an attack, but he didn't feel any impact. Rather, the youth who had snuck up from behind had fainted, and a stone plopped onto the ground.
'They're not using psychic energy to control the airbeats. They are using it to reinforce it with momentum. If his psychokinetic powers overpower the throw, the flying speed would be drastically reduced.'
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Ever since the waves of aggression, Japan had remained fairly safe while China had such a large population that they were able to make a swift recovery.
Kijo is good at reading between the lines and deciphering his opponent's thoughts. Kijo looked to be the person who held the least greed for the snacks.
Han could see how the match would progress clearly in his mind. Anyone with a bit of brain would focus their attack on the supporter responsible for controlling the airbeats.
He waited in silence for a response of any kind. Han was happy with just Jose and left the second hospital ward. The data of potential members he had selected prior, floated in his mind. Han quickened his pace.
Jose said with an exaggerated tone. Han chuckled. Han had a will as strong as steel, while Jose's passion was as hot as fire. The two were used to coping with sadness.
"Kato had used a cowardly method. This isn't Kuro's fault but the squad leader's fault entirely."
Han continued to practice shooting in various positions. He was not used to shooting while moving, and made lots of mistakes. But, all shots while stationary were superb.
Jose seemed to be an expert at footwork. His soccer skills were exceptional. His latin blood seemed to boil with passion for the sport.
Canute thought while crawling through the stuffy air vent. When he was left behind due to his injuries, he wished to rejoint them.
A new batch of transfers had arrived. It was his turn to look after the new transfers now. He selected a new transfer as a spokesman to lead and gave them a short rundown.
Han fumbled up. His knotted muscles felt tired. Silence's shoulders shook as he laughed writing something on his electric note.
He inhaled and exhaled. He remembered the time he tried to steal food from the military food truck. He snuck past the soldier who was taking a smoke break and snuck into the back loading space. He had no idea when the soldiers would return and had to try to sooth his rampaging, fearful heart.
Schwartz grasped the door handle and slowly opened it. The moment the door opened, he pointed his gun forward. The squad's bodies were ever so slightly tensed and shaking from nerves. Many corpses hung on the ceiling of the level two corridor.
"You are all probably aware, but we are a new squad. We have not been challenged in many ways. Within one week, we will select your specialty field through various training drills. I've seen your data, but I'm sure the reality will be different. Afterwards, I will separate everyone into groups and hand out roles. Does anyone have objections?"
They found a few soldiers tied up on a chair and locked up in a storage room. They were alive, but not.
"Memorize it before our competition. When we're out in the field, we won't have enough time to discuss every aspect of the tactic we're going to carry out. We must move out in a fluid motion like we're one entity. This will be our squad's core strength. In order to achieve this, we must share our tactical thought processes. We must be able to mentally read each other like twins by simply observing the other's behaviors."
Han lead his squad forward once again. Fatigue ate his whole body. Han moved forward on sheer sense of duty alone.
Han held three fingers up for Canute. Parts of Canute's body were hollow here and there, but most of his muscles and flesh had managed to regenerate.
If he had remained alive to this day, he would have fainted seeing the level of skills of the modern psykers.