Chapter 21: Urgency
"May the best man win..." Zephyr muttered under his breath before turning his attention to his group’s instructor. The soldier was still staring at him, but this time it was a blank stare. Zephyr couldn’t really make out anything from it.
The soldier eventually tore his gaze away with a soft sigh, snapping back to attention.
"Okay, I’m gonna keep this short. I am Private Jones by name. Not much older than you all..."
"Just as the Sergeant said, I was in your shoes just a few years ago," he shrugged.
"I don’t need to tell you my life story and whatnot. All you need to know is that I’m here to teach you the basic skills you need to even stand a chance in close combat."
"If you started out like me, with a two-node mana core, then you’ve most likely already begun to learn [Galestrike]."
Most of the recruits nodded in assent.
"Well, I’ll tell you straight up now that without putting effort into this class, you can’t bring out the best of Galestrike." He suddenly became solemn, chanting under his breath for a short while before the air started to coalesce around his arm, shimmering like it was water. He immediately went through the proper motions like an artist at work.
WHIZZ... BANG!!