Chapter 13: Main camp
Even after adapting and improving the empire’s techniques, sharing his insights, and outperforming all expectations, Baines never once smiled.
The higher-ups noticed, of course. His silent demeanor wasn’t just a mystery anymore; it had become an enigma. Still, they couldn’t demand answers. Asking why someone wasn’t happy didn’t sound right, not in a military as disciplined as this.
So, they sent others, even the talkative one who got the most of Baines’s attention, but nothing.
On the ninth day since his entrance, Baines was promoted from recruit to Battlefield Commander. The youngest ever and the fastest ever. This was the first rank given in the army to those going up the leadership ladder, and it was usually earned after a decade of service.
Without surprise, his fame on the last front almost blew out of proportion, and it came with a new nickname: Young Sun Commander.
His achievements also robbed on the other recruits.
By the twelfth day, over 50% of the recruits in the combined training had perfected their training, with 2% of that number learning the battle formations and commands, and by the fifteenth day, 40% were ready to officially move to the main barracks as soldiers.
Of the 40 percentage, sixty percent were 3rd stars, twenty percent were 4th star, and Baines being the sole 5th star were considered next to be moved.
Word had it that this was the most talented the last front had gathered in the past 100 years.
On the last day, a little party was thrown for those moving to the main battlefield. Well, calling it a party wasn’t the right word for it. They were told what to expect in the main camp, the higher-ups they would come across, and the code of conduct. Afterwards, they were allowed to have their last drink before hell.
However, as others were jubilating, only one person was indifferent, and he turned out to be the most celebrated of them.