Isaac

After Isaac finished his meal, the entouraged volunteers greeted Isaac with a nervous attitude.

The Northbears, who were instructors and stood around the battalion commander, curled their eyes at the figure of Knette in Isaac's arms, and saw Knette digging into Isaac's arms, twisting her body as if her hands and feet were shriveling, and straightened into Knette's sharp gaze.

Isaac sits on a chair ready on the platform, lowering his net and looking around at the volunteers.

“Did you sleep well last night? ”

“ ……. ”

There's no way I can sleep. The volunteers all turned around overnight, thinking and thinking. Should I participate in this madness or should I give up? The hung food is too tasty to give up.

I decided to give up, and there were more people who asked me to watch the situation a little more on the condition that I could give up hope and maybe take the boss's agent and do the same crazy things as yesterday.

While thinking about it, it was sunny, and the volunteers gathered for the morning rounds were just standing there waiting for Isaac to come out.

“Have you all eaten? ”

“This was already done before the score. ”

A Northbearer boy hurriedly approaches Isaac and nods.

“Bring all the volunteer meals here in the future. ”

Isaac's instructions tell the young Northbears to rush to the cafeteria to deliver their horses, and Isaac turns to the volunteers.

“I have an unfortunate announcement. ”

“ ……. ”

“I wanted to kill you, and I gladly allowed you to kill me up there, but it's impossible for me to kill you myself because the queen asked me not to. ”

Isaac says all the volunteers sigh of relief. Those who knew the truth opened their mouths to Isaac's bold work of raising disbelief towards the Merchant Empire and Supreme Council and gaining favor with the Queen.

“So let's start training in the morning. ”

Isaac's words make the volunteers nervous and keep an eye on Isaac, even though they won't be baptized with the same bullets as yesterday. However, unlike his expectations, Isaac directed an ordinary exercise.

“It's a start, so let's keep it simple. It's boring, isn't it? Run.”

The volunteers look puzzled at Isaac's instructions, but they start running slowly as they are told to, because they don't know what kind of twist to catch.

Isaac, who ordered the Old Testament, stopped paying attention to the volunteers and started reading a book brought by a Northbearer.

After one, two, and a hundred laps, Isaac did not stop him, and every time he passed the single-phase phase, the applicants glanced at Isaac with a faint look.

It's basic that everyone has the stamina to run all day. The entry credentials for a Central Combat Agent are stamina.

Nevertheless, I had some hope that Isaac's orders, which dictated only the Old Jewels, would have something to do with it.

No matter what the applicants think, Isaac is sitting around smoking a cigarette and reading, "Knuckle! ’There was a little drop of water on the paper.

“Hmm? Is it going to rain? ”

When I looked up, I noticed that the weather had gradually shifted in horror.

“Do you want to go to the tent? Or do you want me to set up a shield? ”

“Hmm?"

Isaac turns to a quiet voice that suddenly comes to his mind, and Libria stands still behind him, wondering when he came.

“When did you get here? ”

“…… I just got here. ”

“Hmm……. ”

With the exception of a slightly red-eyed eye area, Libria can feel her calm expression, but her temper has changed. She glances at Isaac, and she looks at him.

“Is there anything you'd like to direct? ”

With a polite but distinct voice, Isaac turns his head again, smiling bloody.

“Is it because it's the owner's supply? It's quicker than I thought. Bring me the shield. Avoid the rain.”

“I understand.”

Libria gazes at the onlookers indifferently, turning her head and instructing the Northbears around.

Isaac scratches his cheek with a slight look of difficulty.

“Was this too stimulating? ”

As soon as I finished installing Busan because I put up a barrier, I said, "Woohoo! ’It started to rain with thunder.

In the growing rain, the volunteers could not stop running. Overlooking the appearance of Libria as a secretary by Isaac's side, applicants adjusted their pace as the rain began. Running in the rain unexpectedly took a lot of stamina, so I had to preserve my stamina.

Isaac stares at the stretching pavement and calls out Rizzley, dumbfounded by the pouring load.

“Time to speed things up, huh? Take the kids around the barracks and knock them down with the last club. ”

Rizzley hesitates again, startled by Isaac's instructions.

“The man at the rear must be defeated? ”

“Tell him not to give me a reason. It'll be faster if you don't want to get hit. What's up, bitch? ”

As she hesitated in disgust, Isaac asked, and Rizzley wandered around with Knett's gaze, sneaking a cold shot at Isaac.

“I don't mean to pry, but my kind don't like the rain. ”

Isaac smiled and said that.

“I'll give you a bonus of ten cans of honey for lunch. ”

“I'll work hard at it. ”

With Isaac's suggestion, Rizzley retreats with a satisfied look, and Knette pulls Isaac's trousers tightly as if in pain.

“…… Isaac, what about me? ”

“Do you want anything other than honey? ”

Knette shakes her head, momentarily dazed by Isaac's question.

“Let me know if you need anything later. I'm in no shape to feed you. ”

Reisha sticks together and bothers you as Knett grips his cheek with both hands, whether he feels good about what Isaac says. Meanwhile, the Northbears circle around the outskirts of the barracks with a huge club in their hands.

The running volunteers look at the club in the hands of the Northbears with anxious glances. As Rizzley looks at Isaac, Isaac nods as if to let him go. Immediately, the club flies to the young man who was running behind the most unlucky.

“Huff!”

While the young man was already on guard, avoiding the club, and standing awkwardly looking at each other, Isaac shouted, not knowing who had escaped or who had hit him or what to do next.

“From now on, the clubs fly to the one behind you. Don't be last if you don't want to get hit. ”

As soon as Isaac finished speaking, the young man stepped into a group of volunteers who were speeding up Huddah.

In the meantime, the arrow flies to the other volunteer who became last. When you run in droves, you're left behind the most. After being attacked by such a person, everyone started to naturally speed up by avoiding the attack.

“Huff-puff!”

Slowly coming out of the volunteers' mouths, the Artificial Stones of the crude Defense Coat had already run out of power, and have now turned into a drenched, stubborn, stubborn existence like watery cotton.

The heat from my body causes the cloth to dry and get wet on the loads, so that the cloudy smoke rises. One of the hardest things for people is to keep repeating without any goals.

I jump again and again without even knowing how long I have to run. If you want to be pushed back for a moment, the Northbears' clubs fly away.

With the gaze of salvation resting on Isaac's side like a hammer, Libria's gaze settles steadily on Libria, but she doesn't budge and the volunteers' gaze grows more and more vengeful.

“Huh! Definitely smart. ”

Isaac occasionally glances at the information instructed around the time of the morning, but doesn't care. As his lunch is approaching, he quietly watches, and he notices that the applicants are playing tricks.

The same central agent or specialty is each. There are brain waves that use magical heads, even if there is a combat family that moves by using their body directly. Of course, the more time passes, the more exhausted the first is usually the head.

Naturally, all attacks are focused on brainwaves, but we alternate every half turn with the fact that we only target the last one standing behind us. A strategy where everyone lives at least at the expense of cooperating with each other rather than going it alone.

This is not unlikely in the previous world where personal selfishness played a game, but it happens naturally here. There's no way to know if it was done under the leadership of the agents or under implied consent, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't as much fun as it used to be.

“It's usually best to sharpen a magazine here.... ”

As Isaac mourns, Libria flinches.

“Shall we start eating? ”

“Do you want me to bring it here? ”

Just as Rizzley had been waiting in advance, Isaac looked up at the dark sky and said,

“Bring them, too, and lay them in front of the statue. Let's finish this.”

Isaac immediately whistled, and the volunteers sighed relieved that it was over, and gathered in front of the platform to plunge.

When I was looking at the volunteers who were all wet and muddy and smoking a cigarette, the young Northbears showed up with two tables, a field meal containing food, and silverware.

“Hmm? I don't need a tent. I don't need any silverware. Just put the food on. ”

At Isaac's command, the Northbears tilt their heads and do as they're told. Standing at the battalion barracks, the volunteers swallow their saliva as they watch the food starting to fall on the table.

It's not just about the rain. Since I've been trained by the College Instructors, I'm used to eating out in the rain.

“We're ready. ”

At Rizzley's words, Isaac nods and wakes up.

“You guys have a great meal. I'm trying to make a living, but I have to eat. ”

“ ……. ”

Isaac, smiling singularly, steps down the platform and walks to the table where the volunteers' meals are set. Rizzley quickly brings an umbrella and puts it on Isaac's head.

“The campus is good at one thing. ”

Examining the salads, meats, soups and desserts with various dressings, Isaac nodded satisfactorily and knocked down the table with his feet.

Wajang Chang!

When the applicants saw the spilled food mixed with the soldiers' muddy water, Isaac went back to his seat, sitting on the couch, looking at the applicants with a frustrated look.

“You must be hungry. Don't mind if I do. ”

“ ……. ”

“Oh, for the record, I'm not grumpy with you guys. In the future, you can only pick up and eat what fell on the ground. So go ahead and eat. ”

“Yi, this is human rights blasphemy! ”