Chapter 15: Chapter 15: My Full Name?
In the dining hall, filled with hundreds of people, mostly children, lunchtime had arrived. The new trainees gathered to receive their meals. Amidst the chatter and laughter of the children, Isaac sat alone in a corner, gazing at his plate.
It seemed to contain less food than he had anticipated, but in reality, it was a fair and sufficient meal. Isaac simply had a hearty appetite.
On the table, there were five small plates, one of which held an unknown meat, while the others contained a mixture of vegetables and beef. However, Isaac's attention was fixated on the peculiar meat.
As Isaac reminisced about the joyful moments he had spent with Julia and her family, a sense of sadness washed over him. He had cherished that life, even though he had intended to part ways with them, planning to visit them occasionally. But now, they were no longer alive.
Isaac couldn't help but wonder about John's well-being. Despite the attack on the village, John had managed to survive as he was in town for work. Isaac had already visited him, only to find him deeply affected by the loss of everything he held dear.
Isaac chose not to engage in conversation with John, fearing that any interaction might cause him further pain. He didn't want to be the sole remaining relative that John would cling to, as it could disrupt Isaac's plans.
Meanwhile, Isaac savored a piece of sea monster meat, relishing its unique flavor. As he had anticipated, the meat was delicious and filled him with energy, revitalizing his entire body and masking any signs of fatigue.
"The meat is absolutely delightful. I can only imagine how incredible the meat of sea kings would be. Perhaps it could even make me stronger just by consuming it," Isaac mused with a slight chuckle as he finished his plate. Sea kings' meat was a rare delicacy reserved for individuals of high status and immense strength.
After finishing his meal, Isaac stood up and collected the dirty dishes, intending to return them to their designated place. On his way, he noticed some of the trainees attempting to approach him with friendly expressions, but he simply declined the invitation.
Associating with children of the same age would not contribute to his pursuit of strength. His aspirations were lofty, and he believed that only by surrounding himself with the strong could he further his own growth.
After finishing his lunch, Isaac made his way towards the mountains located behind the Navy headquarters. In the past, he had encountered guards and faced interrogation when attempting to access this area, but now, as a trainee in the Navy, he enjoyed certain privileges, including the freedom to explore these lands without hindrance.
Finding a secluded spot, Isaac sat down and began to contemplate his training. The forest and mountains were teeming with fellow soldiers, so he needed to ensure that his exercises were performed discreetly, avoiding drawing unnecessary attention to himself.
Scanning his surroundings, Isaac eventually spotted a large rock. Retrieving his sword, he poised himself and delivered a swift and silent strike, cleanly splitting the rock in two.
"Looks like I've improved my swordsmanship. If it weren't for Reiner's guidance, I would have likely damaged my sword instead," Isaac remarked, holding one of the sections of the split rock and examining it closely.
"Not bad, but there are still some imperfections on the surface. It seems I haven't fully mastered the sharpness of the sword. This portion weighs around 300 kilograms, which should provide a good test for my leg strength."
Isaac secured the rock onto his back using a rope he had obtained from the cleaning closet before heading up the mountain. As he walked with the weight of the rock on his back, fatigue began to set in. His legs trembled, and his face flushed with exertion.
"Hah, that was exhausting. I couldn't even carry it for 10 minutes. Maybe I should start with lighter weights and gradually increase the load, just like I did in previous workouts. I wonder if they have any wearable weights that would assist me in my training," Isaac mused as he released the rock and took a seat to catch his breath.
He decided to postpone his leg training for another day until he found a more suitable exercise. He planned to seek advice from the trainers or search through the archives at the headquarters.
Surely, there must be successful and effective methods that could save him time and effort. That was the whole purpose of him joining the Navy – to acquire techniques that he couldn't learn on his own.
After engaging in some simple exercises and exploring the surrounding mountains, Isaac returned to the Navy headquarters just in time for dinner.
Dinner was served at eight in the evening, and the meal offered was similar to what he had for lunch. Isaac finished his meal and headed straight to bed, ready to rest and recharge for the next day.
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The following morning, an officer began waking up the trainees one by one. However, this time Isaac was already awake and ready. He arrived at the training site promptly, and the training session was relatively straightforward compared to the punishment he had received the previous day.
These exercises are not beneficial to me. I need to advance in rank in order to access more meaningful training.
Once I attain the rank of Warrant Officer, they will begin teaching me advanced combat techniques and allow me to choose a specialized weapon to master. The lower ranks are only taught basic combat techniques and firearm usage, which is quite frustrating.
To climb the ranks, I'll need to dedicate more than half a year to training and engage in missions. Time is of the essence, and now I must discover what the trainer meant this morning when he mentioned that we would be given tasks. After finishing his breakfast, Isaac made his way towards the workers' section.
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The workers' section was filled with trainees as they had all been instructed to gather there. Isaac found himself amidst a crowd of people, patiently waiting for their turn. After a while, a man in his forties emerged from the building.
He wore a black uniform and had a robust build, with a thick mustache and a clean-shaven beard. His appearance resembled that of a seasoned law enforcement officer.
"Listen carefully, trainees. I will be calling out your names, and when I do, you must join the respective groups assigned to you. Is that clear?" The man's authoritative voice resonated through the crowd, his face displaying a stern expression. Each group would have specific tasks assigned to them as part of their training.
"Haru Fuji, you're in the first group."
"Sarah Crest, join Group Three."
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"Isaac, you're in the second group." As Isaac heard his name, he made his way toward the designated group of trainees
standing together. However, just as he approached them, a soldier intercepted him and spoke:
"Follow me. You didn't provide your full name during registration."
Upon realizing that he had not provided his full name, Isaac's thoughts immediately turned to Julia, the first person he had approached to inquire about her name.
"The irony of fate," he mused, "even though I stayed at her house all these years, she never asked for my last name." Isaac speculated that Julia may have intentionally avoided the topic to spare him the pain of his lost parents.
The thought then crossed his mind: "If she had known about my lack of a last name, would she have offered me hers?" Isaac pondered this question silently, contemplating the possibilities.
A wave of sadness washed over Isaac's heart, momentarily piercing his emotions. However, that fleeting sadness quickly transformed into an overwhelming rage, fueling an intense desire to unleash vengeance upon those before him.
While Isaac may have appeared unaffected by the loss of Julia and her family, deep within him, an indescribable anger still festered, replaying the events of that tragic day relentlessly in his mind.
Isaac remained consumed by his internal turmoil until the officer in charge of registration interrupted his thoughts.
"Hey, boy, are you listening? What's your full name?" the officer demanded.
When Isaac heard the officer's voice, he regained his composure, but there was a noticeable change in him. It was as if he had lost all signs of life and became devoid of emotions, a cold and detached figure regarding everyone as insignificant. Isaac's icy demeanor sent chills down the officer's spine, filling him with fear.
"My name is Magnus Isaac," Isaac replied calmly, his words sending shivers down the officer's spine.
"Oh, yes, thank you. You may go," the officer stuttered, trembling and unaware of the transformation that had taken place within Isaac.
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