Kill the Dragon

# 9 Grade 3

“13th Squad Leader Ihan, you recently received a C + in the ranking of Psychic. ”

Lee's name was mentioned in the meeting. The officer and the instructor's face was dark. The atmosphere sank and was dull. I lost a lot of students and colleagues to a pure attack. Without time to grieve, they went back to work. They don't have much time left. A memorial after the war is over.

“Given excellent control, it's a B-rank. That's close enough to use psychoframes. It doesn't make him a feature. ”

“But I think we should put her through third grade. Lee has nothing more to learn in the second grade. Only meaningless wins are repeated. What he needs is a real life experience. ”

“In the end, it's the Cyclist we train! Lee is lacking in basic psychic skills. I'm still in second grade... ”

Chan-chan is back and forth.

“If you put it that way, you have to put it up. No student in the second grade has this much practical experience and performance. What we need is results, not just scrap data. ”

I strongly pushed for it. The Dissidents were the center of R&D.

“If it's ambiguous, it's the right answer. We need to use anyone who has a chance. ”

That was the end of the sentence. Lee's third-grade promotion has been confirmed.

Lee was summoned by the second-grade instructors. They took the documents and told Ihan.

“Congratulations on your third grade promotion. ”

Lee Han's pupils slightly trembled. It was quicker than I expected - this was determined by the contingency. Lee Han nodded and accepted. He also had nothing to learn in the second grade. Although Simon and Kuro were also referred to as third-grade promoters, they decided to stay in second grade for hospitalization and psychotherapy. When they announced their next promotion, they were more likely to come up.

“Am I alone? ”

“Yes. How much time do we need? I won't rush it. You can stay a week longer in second grade if you want. ”

The atmosphere was completely different from when I was promoted from first grade to second grade. The instructors' remarks were thoughtful.

‘It is a practical graduation. ’

Lee knew that third-graders were symbolic. Real combat reserves. That's the third grade. The unfinished qualification test is over.

“One day is enough. ”

Lee told the instructors and went back to his quarters. The 13th squad members gathered together to play cards. This battle has caused many minor injuries, so everyone is wrapped around bandages.

“Jose, Knut. Look at me for a second. ”

José and Knut followed the game. They also know that Lee Han was summoned by the instructors. Jose opened his mouth first.

“Promotion, right?”

Lee Han nodded. Knute also opened his eyes wide.

“Since when?”

“From tomorrow.”

Lee took a seat and opened the terminal. He handed over the second-graders' data he collected to Jose and Knut. Everything Lee had observed so far was in it. It also included a tactical plan that Lee Han only thought of as his head. Information that will be useful in future contests.

You've been making this all by yourself? ’

Knute's pupils are dilated. Lee was always busy considering he was a squad leader. I was stuck alone in the room and focused on something. I slept late at night and woke up early in the morning.

“Maybe it's time for one of you to take over 13th squad. Think of it as a gift. Squad Leader and Subcommander, you can do whatever you want with the scissors. ”

“You do it. Jose.”

Knut tapped José's chest. Knut was not interested in the squad leader. Squad Leaders must have a wide field of view. Knut likes to stand at the front, so it's annoying to watch the battlefield widely. Lee smiled as if he knew it would be.

Lee Han spent the last night of her sophomore year at her accommodation. There was no pilot, no Kuro, but there were other squads. Lee knew that many of them would never see each other again, and many would be lost by the first grade until now. The more you ascend like a pyramid, the smaller the space becomes.

‘I said I'd be the best in the arc. ’

Lee thought he was overcome by what he said. You speak without knowing where the arc is. At that time, all that was left was poison like evil. There's nowhere to go, nowhere to run.

“Haah.”

Lee got up early in the morning. He opens the window. Dark dawn came. The damp arc air is now familiar. He packed his things. Simple handwriting tools, notes, and frames are all there. The rest will be equipped wherever they want to go.

Lee Han walked out of the house. You hear heavy machinery moving around the arc. I was in the middle of a recovery. Lee went into the third grade area as indicated by the handset. I used to stay on the whiskey team.

“You're a promotion. You're early in the morning. ”

The soldier in charge of the guard yawned and said. He confirmed her identity and guided her.

“Is this rookie Asian? It's rare.”

A passerby said, since the third grade district, there have been a lot of soldiers. There was no instructor's control. It was a very free landscape. They were waiting for the mission. Some people came out while brushing their teeth and shaving.

“That's the guy from last time. You made it, sweetie. ”

People who knew Lee Han said, there were third graders and soldiers.

“Let's see, your place is over there. Oh, lucky me. It's stretching.”

It was the last of many buildings. It was a building that said A8. Inside, it was quiet. Each visit had a rank and a name. The second-generation, third-generation, and first-generation cyclers were labeled as P.F.

“They're all asleep. Your senior shooter here is Silence. We need to talk to you about your entire life here. Well, I'm sure it's inconvenient to talk. ”

“Silence.”

“You know each other, right? Well, usually when you're friendly, you squeeze. ”

First- and second-graders are eliminated if they do not adapt; third-graders are the ones who complete the course. Adapt as quickly as possible to prioritize entry into combat. Lee was still confused by the change in treatment.

“Well, good luck with that. Rookie.”

Lee stood alone in the room. The door closes soon. He looks at the room. The basic structure was similar to a second-grade private room. But it was so much bigger, it even had a private bathroom. There's an empty space in one corner where you can put stuff like this.

“This is my room. ”

Lee has never used a room this big alone. There was no furniture that could move as much as I wanted.

‘Around 50. Between 10 and 20 residents, as I've seen before. ’

Lee calculated the third grade numbers. On the way here, there were only 20 buildings left to stay in. If I thought there were 2-3 third graders in a building, I thought there were more than 50.

“Only 50 people? ”

The Arc Project was over six years old. There are only 50 psychic soldiers in the third grade who have been trained. The last time I saw the numbers of third graders, I thought they were small, but I didn't think they were this small.

“Was I chosen among them? ”

Lee finally realized how difficult the superiors had made a decision. Lee knows his abilities well.

‘Putting me in the middle of psychic terms means you're looking forward to it the other way around. ’

Lee knew what he needed to accomplish. Walking from the second-grade district to here, the clues alone revealed a lot of information. Insights that penetrate the core and observations that do not miss the given information. There were many meanings and definitions for genius, but this was a category that matched some of them.

Asymptomatic Psychic C + grade, must be well played. There is not a single boy who has reached the third grade with that rating so far. Lee Han was the first.

‘You have to prove me here. ’

For Lee, it was a mindset that was close to instinct. I greedily put everything into my head in a new and unfamiliar place. If you don't, you won't survive.

Cheers.

Lee's visit was held. The machine opens and closes. A familiar skull mask stands at the door. Silence was standing in a black training suit. He pulls the electronic notebook out of his back pocket.

- Hey, Rookie.

Lee came into the third grade area and laughed for the first time. He raises his head.

“Long time no see, Silence. ”

- Come on, breakfast.

Silence hung up on me briefly. A weather trumpet announces the beginning of the arc. People came out of the lodge one by one. The second graders were always moving in squads. Individual movements were rare.

“Hey, Silence! Good morning.”

“Are you new here? ”

“You didn't know, did you? That Asian guy, Superrookie. ”

“Really?"

The third graders who found Silence and Ethan said, Silence only retaliated for a short time. Silence, who talks in electronic notebooks, can't help but say hello. Newcomers everywhere are of great interest. Every one of them passed by, looking at Lee Han and throwing him out one by one.

- You can take whatever you want.

As soon as Lee entered the restaurant, he was astonished by the magnificence. Over 10 meters of tables were filled with tons of food. There was a lot of food that I had never seen before. It was not a strictly controlled second-grade diet.

- It's a multinational organization on the arc. Dishes with a variety of preferences. Are you Chinese? You must have Chinese.

“No, Korean. ”

I thought you were Japanese or Chinese. I don't think you know the difference. I don't know. Everyone in the neighborhood eats rice anyway.

Silence eats with one hand and writes with the other. He ate a lot of sweet food that didn't suit him. Spreads made with butter and honey were spread over freshly fried bread. The beverage was consumed with cocoa concentrated enough to make a difference, and a sculpture cake for dessert.

“I'm not particularly nostalgic for home-cooked food. I've rarely eaten enough food to feel nostalgic. Aren't you eating too much sweet? ”

As Lee talks, Silence flinches and quickly moves his hands.

- Syker needs a lot of sugar. It's the ability to use your brain! That's how much you spend.

“... Is that grounded? ”

Lee Han was the first sound I had heard in my life. If that were true, the instructors would not be stingy about their students' sugar intake.

- Maybe...

Silence wrote a too-ro saying he was not confident.

“... Yes. ”

Lee stood up without further consideration. He slowly picks his food from the mess hall. There was rice and plenty of food to eat. I felt new because I only ate rice while eating flour food. He grabbed the chopsticks in the corner. It was a dish for the Asians.

- You know how to use chopsticks.

“Oh? Well, yeah. ”

- Chopsticks are the mystery of the East. They caught flies flying around.

“Huh?"

Lee was appropriately embarrassed by Silence's words.

I've seen this movie over 10 times.

‘What is that? ’

Lee knew something was wrong with Silence's common sense. Lee Han watched a few weekend movies on the orphanage television when he was a kid. However, Lee Hwan, who was smart, knew from then on that the movie and reality were completely different.

‘Maybe... Silence is always wearing something upside down... Isn't it nice?' ’

When I thought about it, Lee Han had a cool conversation. The food I ate seemed to be stuck. If it's not a serious story, but a simple look.... I remembered what Sergeant Red said.

‘Fake ninja. ’

I didn't ask Ihan. Silence glanced at Lee Han's chopsticks as if they were strange. Silence brings his chopsticks to practice as if he had made up his mind, but he misses them again and again.

- Can't chopsticks only be used with Asian genes?

Silence considers his failure and writes a letter.

“That can't be right. ”

Lee said decisively because he was annoyed.