Over the course of a month, Truth continued to train harshly.
Now I really understand that I am separate from a month ago. Body and mind are light, flexible, hard as iron at the same time, tough.
At first physical training and combat training were also painful, but they soon ceased to seem painful. Life I don't know when Junko will attack me and torture training I don't know what that means is so tighter. But even those, the truth became more enduring.
As far as torture training was concerned, he was in the realm of not giving a single groan. But only pleasure torture with drugs could be helped. Pleasure is harder to bear than pain. Truth is, I tolerated the pain well, but my resistance to pleasure was below the crowd, and Junko just broke this off because nothing seemed to work out in training.
True growth rates were remarkable enough for pure children and tiredness to wrap around the tongue. However, since reaching a certain area, its growth has also slowed. We just have to get some time and experience from here on out. Depending on the experience, however, it can also grow significantly and dramatically.
Junko decided to turn the truth into a mercenary, as planned. In a short period of time, we also decided to have it plotted so that we could send it as far as possible to the battlefield.
Since there are mercenaries in Junko's knowledge who have always gone to war and fought, they decide to leave the truth to them.
Precisely, it's a policy to accompany a team that you know Junko. Their names are famous in your industry.
That's why the truth that Junko was told to live as a mercenary was that one person was flying to the Middle East.
At a time when the twenty-first century is drawing to an end, there are frequent war conflicts around the world.
Particularly high are ethnic conflicts, and since the middle of the twenty-first century the number of countries in the world has increased by more than forty. The majority of them are countries that have not been certified as states by many countries.
For a country to be recognised as a country, there is the approval of another country. Countries which are not recognised as sovereign states are internationally accounted for as part of a particular country in that region.
There have been several such unauthorised states since the first half of the twenty-first century. Palestine, Taiwan, along the Doniestre Republic, the Republic of Kosovo, Somalia, etc. They are, for the most part, countries in which ethnic and religious issues are involved or which, while considered part of another country, are not actually under governance, but are clearly in a state of substantial independence.
Of course, the details of the reasons for its independence and so on vary greatly from country to country.
Surrounding areas of aggressive powers such as Russia and China, still cursed since the last century by the delusion of territorial expansion. Africa, where the intensification of tribal rivalries does not stop and further divisions are repeated. Middle East and Southeast Asia with religious and ethnic issues. Central and South America, where the Mafia's protests follow a path of intensification. Non-approved states are particularly disturbed around here, dawning in conflict.
Even if it is not recognised by other countries, it functions as an independent state in good standing domestically, taking weapons and war against those who do not recognise it.
Even in that truly visited country, on the border between Russia and Central and Western Asia, an independently unauthorized state for less than twenty years oppressed minorities, who guerrillaized and confronted the government and were in a state of civil war for more than twenty years.
There are many people in the world who say there is no good or evil in war, but knowledge purchased in advance alone seemed truly historic, such as which is good or which is evil. Assuming there is no good or evil in the war and the war itself is bad, the minority oppressed by the government of this country will talk about dying silently without taking weapons.
There are numerous minorities in this country, many of whom are treated in a discriminatory manner. Only one of the most numerous ethnic groups stood up against it.
The minority, the Ariada, whose name does not appear in the news or even in search, continues to be guerrillaized and fiercely resisted. And many mercenaries were on the Ariada side.
The mercenaries are not paid high wages either. With only food and shelter and combat acts guaranteed, they are mixing with the prostitutes and fighting almost unpaid.
It seems that the mercenaries to be looked after are mainly making the areas where ethnic conflicts occur a battlefield. They're not all limited to ethnic conflicts, but they say they often fight in conflict zones caused by civil wars rather than wars between states.
In a day and a half of being put on a badly rocking ombologype, running down a path that leads between the rocky deserts to the end of the horizon, the truth reached its destination.
A big town with all kinds of races mixed together, in a rocky desert. The truth is that the troops joining us are currently taking a short vacation in this town.
This is a neutral zone unrelated to the scourge of war at the moment, but the driver with the truth was going, saying that it would already be a fierce battlefield if we moved just a little from here.
"How can there be such a fierce battlefield right on your side that there is no war disaster in this town?
A man who has been in a jeep with True asks the driver. He is a tall skinheaded white young man with tattoos all over his face and arms. You look gory at a glance.
We're not named after each other. So much so that the white man was abominably tongue-in-cheek just at a glance at the truth. I didn't really talk to him, but the driver's locals and the guy used to talk.
"Rather, why do you think the scourge of war is widespread? This is an important trade production town from this country, so you won't even want to smoke us out until you turn this place into a battlefield. Not everyone in Ariada is even against the government in the first place. If you go into town, you won't be able to tell the resistance."
"I see..."
The white man and true convinced himself of the words of the driver of the bearded jeep - a member of the Ariada Resistance.
Then the three walked silently through a town lined with brick buildings, eventually into a narrow back alley and for a while, into one of the buildings.
It was just an inn inside. But there are a dozen strong men of all races at the entrance. Many of them are mostly white.
"Welcome to Shit Savings"
A short, young black man grins and lovingly laughs. He is about 160cm tall, but his shoulders and thick arms, like a tumor dew from a sleeveless shirt, do not even give a fine dust, such as a weak impression. He has a stern face, but that smile is very flamboyant and reassures the beholder. I think my age is in my early twenties.
"Is it you who recommended Junko? Do you speak English?
"Oh. I've also learned English"
The truth nodded as the black man turned to himself and spoke in Japanese.
"It's Simon Bell. The new house is on the bed with bullets, so I'll take care of it instead."
Simon introduces himself back to English.
"Ha!? You're that Simon Bell? You seem weak."
The air of the entrance changes to that word of a skinheaded white youth who has come with the truth.
The white young man didn't like the fact that he had been ignored and called out first by his tiny little one.
Nearly twenty men at the entrance were either turning their contempt gaze or grinning back at Niyaniya with a gaze that sees a rare beast.
"Oh? What's wrong with you?"
Such a reaction. Again, white youth don't like it, they absurd their voices.
"There's a very powerful boy."
It was the white man who was sitting on the table at the counter and dropping his eyes on the comics who spoke so loudly. He's a sweet masked good man, and his forehead is drooling so long that he seems to be hiding in his eyes.
"I'm not a kid. This is still part of The Nudist School, and even though it's the bottom line, it also became an executive. I've already killed many people."
White youth peel their eyes off and bite.
"Sometimes these things come too. What's your name? Oh, I'm Charles."
A handsome white man puts down a comic book and gets off the counter and names it. Just look at his face, he looks like a very mercenary-invisible gentleman.
"It's Johnny."
"So, Johnny, what are you doing here? You came all the way from America to fight and sell to us?
Another man opens his mouth. The Nudist School is a well-known American gang, but it turns out that it came from America.
"I'm here to be a mercenary and to enjoy a killer."
I shrugged my shoulders big enough to take steps and so on, and Entonlance filled me with laughter to Johnny, who said he was arrogant.
Johnny didn't even seem to understand what he was being laughed at for, and vice versa.
"What's wrong with you? Yikes!
Johnny barked and showed as much as he could, but the men's laughter didn't go away. You can create schematics that are losing ground and fail like no other. It's a lone shame theater.
"That's crazy. We're mercenaries, not comedians."
When I did it, I turned upside down. The disgusting voice was the most physically fit giant I've ever had in my entrance. The height is better than 190cm and the upper arm is thicker than a true thigh around it. The chest plate is also thick as a T-shirt. Mukimuki macho white. He has a swollen face on the bread and his eyes are thin and threaded.
Johnny tried to say something toward that macho, but macho approached him with his inner crotch as he twisted himself with Kunechne, instinctively perceiving the danger, and pulled away.
"The look is passing. But if you can, you should grow a mustache."
Johnny now clearly draws his face to Macho, who comes face to face and sets the rules, and takes distance from Macho.
"Andrew, why don't we stop freaking out the new kid?
Simon speaks to Okamamacho.
"I doubt your boy has any hair down there."
A glimpse of the truth, Andrew turned that way uninterested. True that Andrew's interest is not right for him, and his heart is relieved.
"You're a master of the mouth, but if you give us a proportionate amount of skill in that mouth, we might be able to make it easier tomorrow."
Look at Johnny, Simon tells him.
"Oh, look at that. I'll kill you all. I'll make you appreciate that I'm here."
"Well, that's the kind of dialogue you can talk about from scratch."
Charles laughs at Johnny.
"I want to know why this kid who came with me was so special."
Johnny asks with a glimpse of the truth.
"Special treatment? What are you talking about..."
Simon shrugged his shoulder lightly.
"I was just introduced to you in Conne. In that sense, I'm just like you."
"You didn't look like that air."
"Heh..."
For the first time, Simon raised his voice of inspiration against Johnny. I saw it as surprisingly insightful.
"Me and - I was interested because it's a recommendation from someone I know who's now going to the hospital to rehab him. That's all, but how can such details be handicapped?
"Oh, that's annoying."
In response to Simon's words, Johnny looked at the true one as he abominably threw it away.
"I'm here with you, don't talk naughty, if you're not loving me, you're a disgusting hungry ghost, right? He's not gonna be able to communicate properly."
The moment Johnny puts himself on the shelf and talks about how communication is, the entrance is wrapped in a vortex of laughter.
"Hey, what's wrong!?
Johnny screaming as he wandered.
"Oh, you're in good communication."
Simon points out with a grin in his belly.
"I thought you shouldn't speak up because you don't seem to like me."
True said in tough English.
"Huh? I don't know why. What 'd you see and think?
Johnny looked down at the truth and looked genuinely strange.
"You would have just tongued me face to face."
"That's not like you didn't care... for another reason. I don't really care now."
Johnny stares at the truth and says it straight away.
"What are you fussing about? Is there another new one?"
From the stairs upstairs, an Oriental man comes down and speaks. He's a middle-bodied man with a mustache, supposedly around forty years old.
"Recruits again. Besides, there's a very powerful and delightful guy."
"Oh, come on, again."
When one of the men at the entrance said, the Oriental man looked blatantly at Johnny alternating true.
"You can take care of each one of them in the mentions of" The Eleventh Presidential Team of Mercenary Schools ". Perfect number of people, and I'll leave that promising kid to Lei Lei Lei Lei."
Charles turns to Li Lei and says, pointing to Johnny.
"Stop joking. I'm sorry to see you so retarded."
"What!
An Oriental called Li Lei said not to hesitate to put himself in front of him. Johnny reacted again in Johnny, and there was.