Chapter 95 Lesson
“What do you think we will learn in our first training?”
On the way to the designated training ground, Farzad asked Armin beside him Said:
"Sword? Fighting? Or will he teach us some ancient combat skills?"
Armin shook his head.
"It will definitely not be something so exciting. These trainings will take many years."
"You are really boring, you know?"
Farzad muttered.
Ever since seeing Thor's amazing swordsmanship, everyone has been full of expectations for this battle group instructor. However, the other party had not conducted any training for them until an hour ago, and only occasionally interacted with Thor. Shi Yang engages in a "sword fight".
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, and then another lobby was revealed, with rows of workbenches and tools covered with dust-proof cloths.
The team dispersed in confusion, and these young Space Marines walked around aimlessly.
“What is this?”
Ustad said, picking up a jar from a stool.
"Where are the weapons? There are only pens here!"
Everyone discovered that the dust-proof cloth was covered with pens and a piece of white paper.
"Is this a training ground?"
Another person asked.
“Are we in the wrong place?”
"This is your destination."
A voice sounded, the recruits immediately stood at attention, and Soshyan walked out from the side.
“This is your training ground.”
“What should we train, sir?”
A recruit named Calvin de Fauel said arrive.
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 Leader is right.”
Thor walked out of the darkness and said calmly:
“This is your training ground. ”
He then came closer and came to the edge of the table.
"You have to learn to write."
"Write? Of course we can write!"
Farzad said, picking up a pen, this is an extremely rare pen , the whole body is made of wood, and its pen tip is made of something similar to fine velvet, which does not look strong at all.
"How am I going to use this thing to defend the empire?"
The crowd suddenly burst into nervous laughter.
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 then roughly wiped the entire tip of the pen All soaked in black ink, the pen looked like a pitiful 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 was broken from 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 Saul, 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 grabbed 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 are afraid of breaking the pen. If you don’t use force, your hand will keep shaking, and the distance between the pen tip and the paper cannot be controlled well. There will be a big ink stain when it goes up, and it is impossible to write with such slender fonts. Standard Terran.
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.
“Hmph!”
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.
Saul 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 best example of our truly superhuman mind and control."
The recruits around them nodded.
“The training you have received in the past has taught you to use your strength to the maximum extent. This will 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 the ones who use weapons. "
Recruits, you look at me, I look at you, they all have big eyes, a little confused.
“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.
Saul, 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 do as much as possible Save precious energy.”
Saul used the tip of the pen to lightly swipe the ink, then skimmed the edge of the ink cartridge, pinched the pen holder with his index finger and thumb, and looked at everyone in surprise. A small line of standard Terran script was written on the white paper.
“Controlling power is far more complicated than using it. A powerful warrior, whether he has a warhammer 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, lifting a weight as if it were light."
"Lifting a weight as if it were light..."
The recruits repeatedly chanted this complex High Gothic, even Farzad is no exception.
(End of this chapter)