Training in the military academy

Chris groggily woke up, his eyes adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the window. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet, ready to face another day at the Academy. As he walked to the cafeteria, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries greeted him, instantly rejuvenating his senses. He grabbed a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee, savoring the hearty breakfast before him.

Once Chris finished eating, he made his way to the bustling courtyard where other recruits were already gathering, awaiting the arrival of their stern instructor. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and nervous energy. Moments later, the instructor arrived, his commanding voice cutting through the air.

"Military officer: ALL LINE UP!"

Responding promptly, all the recruits formed a disciplined line, standing tall and saluting their military officer.

"Military officer: I want each and every one of you to run around the Academy twice. If you fail this simple task, you will be forced to clean the floors of the Academy. DO YOU HEAR ME?"

In unison, the recruits shouted, "YES SIR!"

With determination in their eyes, they took off, pounding the ground with each stride. The Academy grounds seemed vast as they pushed themselves, some recruits faltering and dropping out due to exhaustion. But Chris persevered, his willpower driving him forward until he completed the challenging run.

As soon as they caught their breath, the recruits were immediately faced with another test—25 push-ups. With strained muscles and trembling arms, they struggled to push themselves up. However, only Chris and his roommates managed to complete the set of push-ups, a testament to their physical strength and discipline.

The military officer, impressed by Chris and his roommates, addressed the rest of the recruits, "Congratulations to the two of you who managed to pass this simple exercise. The rest of you will need to push yourselves harder and work on your strength and endurance."

After the rigorous physical training, the recruits were divided into five groups, each comprising twenty individuals. They were assigned different classes based on their strengths and interests. Curious to know his schedule, Chris scanned the list:

First class: Exercise drills

Second class: Strategy

Third class: Gun practice

Free time/lunch

Fourth class: Exercise drills

Excitement and anticipation filled Chris's mind as he eagerly looked forward to the day's lessons. He attended his second class, where the instructor delved into the rich history of warfare, enlightening the recruits on the significance of strategy and its impact on battles. Chris absorbed the knowledge like a sponge, understanding the intricate art of war and the importance of tactical decision-making.

With the second class concluded, Chris made his way to the fourth class, where the military officer addressed the recruits with authority.

"Military officer: Listen up! In this class, you will learn how to assemble and disassemble your guns. Proceed to the armory and select your M1 Garand rifles."

The recruits filed into the armory, a room filled with an impressive array of weapons. Chris carefully selected his M1 Garand, feeling the weight and power of the firearm in his hands. The instructor demonstrated the proper techniques of disassembly, assembly, and gun maintenance, emphasizing the significance of cleanliness and precision.

After the class, Chris returned to his room, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride. He glanced at his status report, eager to see any progress:

STATUS

Name: Chris

Title: Lesser God, Undying God, Master of Magic Matter, Evil God, Training Soldier

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Strength: 20

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Speed: 17

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Agility: 15

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Affinity: Dark, Light, Fire, Wind, Earth, Water, Chaos, Absolute Creation, Time

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Skills: Danger Sense, Special Matter Command, Telepathy, Godly Sword Technique, Gun Mastery (5%)

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A smile of satisfaction spread across Chris's face as he read the update. "Looks like I have new skills and titles," he murmured, his determination bolstered by the knowledge of his progress.

Satisfied with his achievements, Chris headed to the cafeteria for a replenishing meal. The delicious aroma of various cuisines wafted through the air, and he indulged in a well-deserved lunch, savoring each bite.

Reenergized, Chris proceeded to his last class of the day, eager to acquire new knowledge and skills. The class delved into advanced exercise drills, pushing the recruits to their limits and honing their physical abilities.

As the day drew to a close, Chris retreated to his quarters, reflecting on the experiences of his training. The passing years brought significant transformations:

Year 1: Chris and his roommates became close friends, forging strong bonds through shared experiences and challenges.

Year 2: Chris and all the recruit soldiers successfully completed their training, earning the distinguished title of real soldiers. They were now ready to serve their country and were stationed near the borders of the North Empire, preparing to defend against potential threats.

Year 3: The tranquility of their posting was abruptly shattered when news arrived that the Holy Empire of the Sun had declared war on the North Empire. The recruits, now seasoned soldiers, faced the daunting reality of impending conflict, ready to put their training and skills to the ultimate test.

With a mix of trepidation and determination, Chris prepared himself for the uncertain path that lay ahead, ready to embrace the challenges of a soldier's life from the impending storm of war.