"What do you think we'll learn in our first training session?"
On the way to the designated training ground, Farzad asked Armin beside him:
"Sword? Fighting? Or will he teach us some ancient combat skills?"
Armin shook his head.
"It certainly won't be something so exciting. These trainings will take years."
"You're really boring, you know that?"
Farzad muttered.
Ever since they saw Thor's amazing swordsmanship, everyone was full of expectations for this battle group instructor. However, the other party had not given them any training until an hour ago, and only occasionally had "sword fights" with Soshyan. ".
Of course, it is impossible for everyone to tell the battle leader, but everyone aspires to become a top swordsman.
This is the desire any warrior has - to become stronger.
Soon, they entered a lobby, and the lights suddenly turned on, revealing another lobby with rows of workbenches and tools covered with dust-proof cloths.
The group dispersed in confusion, the young Space Marines walking aimlessly around.
"What's this?"
Ustad said, picking up a jar from a stool.
"Where are the weapons? There are only pens here!"
Only then did everyone realize that what was covered by the dust-proof cloth was a pen and a blank piece of paper.
"Is this a training ground?"
another person asked.
"Are we in the wrong place?"
"This is your destination."
A voice sounded, and the recruits immediately stood at attention, and Soshyan walked out from the side.
"This is your training ground."
"What should we train for, sir?"
Said a recruit named Calvin de Fauel.
At this time, a figure suddenly moved on the other side of the room, and the attention of these young Space Marines immediately focused on it, just like a group of raptors discovering traces of their prey.
"Your Chapter Master is right."
Thor walked out of the darkness and said calmly:
"This is your training ground."
He then moved closer, to the edge of the table.
"You must learn to write."
"Write? Of course we can write!"
Farzad said as he picked up a pen. This was an extremely rare pen. The whole body was made of wood. Its tip was made of something similar to fine velvet. It didn't look strong at all.
"How am I going to defend the Empire with this thing?"
There was a burst of nervous laughter from the crowd.
Thor just smiled, then came to Farzad, looked at the unruly recruit, and picked up a pen.
"You think it's easy, then you might as well write two words and let me know."
Farzad snorted, took the pen, and roughly dipped the entire tip into the black ink. The pen felt like a poor branch in his hand.
But when he moved the pen to the white paper, before he put it down, the ink dots had already spread on the white paper.
"trouble."
Farzad grunted, swung the pen back hard to shake off the excess ink, and after adding a black arc on the ground, he pinched the pen barrel. He pressed the pen tip to the paper.
With a snap, the pen broke in the middle.
"What the hell is this? It's not as strong as those old servitors."
Farzad threw the pen to the ground angrily and complained.
"Instructor Sol, I don't understand."
Sol handed over a new pen without saying a word.
"Aren't you boasting so much? Is Bakhsh Farzad a barbarian who can't even write?"
"Who can't write?"
Farzad snatched the pen and tried again.
This time he learned the lesson wisely, and only touched a little bit of ink, and then carefully moved the pen tip to the paper.
However, the nib of this pen becomes extremely soft after being stained with ink. In addition, the pen tip is extremely light, making the Space Marines who are accustomed to using heavy weapons feel as if they are writing with a feather.
If you use too much force, you're afraid of breaking the pen. If you don't use force, your hand will keep shaking. Moreover, the distance between the pen tip and the paper cannot be controlled well, and there will be a big ink stain when it goes up. It is impossible to write the standard Terran script with slim fonts.
For a moment, he froze, and fine spots of sweat covered his forehead and cheeks, and even dripped onto the paper.
"Damn-"
He grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and slowly dragged it as if he were using a weapon.
With a snap, he broke the pen because he failed to control the tension in his hand muscles in time.
"snort!"
Farzad let out a depressed growl and left the broken pen on the table in annoyance.
Obviously, he admitted that he couldn't do it.
Thor looked around and spoke to everyone:
"As Astartes, you will fight countless battles in the long years to come, but no battle will be as difficult as your own inner battle. The transformation surgery has given us superhuman strength, but it has not given us superhuman strength. The Great Rebellion is the perfect example of our truly superhuman mind and control."
The recruits around him nodded.
"The training you have received in the past has taught you to use your strength to the maximum extent. This can indeed make you a powerful weapon, but remember, no matter how powerful the weapon is, it will be broken one day, so I hope you will become People who use weapons.”
New recruits, you look at me and I look at you. They all have big eyes and a little confusion.
"Stand in a circle! Look like a warrior, don't look like a bunch of bandits!"
At this time, Soshiyang shouted loudly, and the recruits trembled and quickly rearranged their positions.
Sol, who was on the edge of the table, picked up an unused pen.
"Combat skills are not fancy tricks to confuse the enemy, or acrobatics to make your movements look more clever. Its essence is to allow you to use the right power at the right time and save precious energy as much as possible."
Sol lightly scratched the ink with the tip of the pen, and then skimmed the edge of the ink cartridge. He held the pen holder with his index finger and thumb, and wrote a small line of standard terra on the white paper under everyone's surprised eyes. arts.
"Controlling power is far more complicated than using it. A powerful warrior, whether he has a war hammer weighing more than 500kg or a hollow branch in his hand, he can wield them in the same way."
As he spoke, he gently put down the pen and placed the pen tip on the edge of the ink cartridge cap.
"In ancient Terra, people used a word to describe this state, light and heavy."
"A heavy weight is a light thing..."
The recruits chanted this complex High Gothic language repeatedly, including Farzad.
