Life has never been kind to Jon, the life before transmigration to be precise. He was busy doing all he could to support his brother.
He couldn't afford to make friends, because he never had time to spend with his friends.
But in this life, he was 2 days in he already had 2 friends. He had this feeling of contentment, which can be classified as happiness because he had friends.
He was thinking about this life while running at 4 am with his unit for the morning exercise.
(POV: Liam)
When I voluntarily enlisted in the army, I thought it would never be enjoyable. He would die of boredom before the war killed him.
But I was wrong in the end, I met the clown of our batch on the bus. While he is a loudmouth with jokes. But he has some skill in hand-to-hand and pistol firing.
Afterward looking at the Jon running beside him on the edges of the training I mused, i don't know what is going in his head but the future is going to be fucking hilarious.
(POV: Jon)
After running, showering, and eating breakfast, we went to the firing range. While firing, this time, my precision with the pistol was increasing at a surprising rate.
It wasn't the only thing that increased; my assimilation rate also increased.
[Assimilation rate (Chamber): 5.25%]
After hitting the firing range and hand-to-hand combat, my assimilation rate was increasing 4% per day.
As my practice increased, my assimilation rate also got faster.
After hand-to-hand combat, we were also instructed to practise melee, so I practised with my usual sparring partner.
I fought him with the combat dummy knife, I was like Muhammad Ali, flying like a butterfly and stinging like a bee due to Chamber's valorant instinct.
When my opponent tried to stab me during the spar. Sure, he was fast, but due to his big body, he was a beat late to stab me.
So I reacted by side-stepping, I gripped his arm and used his momentum to pull him toward me. Afterwards, I used my knife to cut his wrist.
Since it was a fake knife, it caused some rash due to rubbing. Then I continued the motion of the knife to cut his tendons, I finally cut his jugular.
Meanwhile, it may look like slow motion to me. I was lightning quick with it. Our instructor looked as if he was struck by lightning after coming to some semblance. He recorded the data after announcing the winner.
Furthermore, I looked at my opponent he looked down trodden. So I did what I am best at, to cheer someone up.
"Hey! Why do you look so down?" I asked. He replied: "Man! I can't seem to win against you."
'So he is a quitter.' I thought. Like sensing what I was thinking, he said: "I know it's too early to give up. But it's one thing to lose to that." He pointed toward Liam, who just thrashed his opponent.
"But loosing consecutively to the motherfucker who build like peter pan, Man! That's really heartbreaking." He said.
'Did this Gorrilla just call me a I was built like a tw*nk?' I screamed internally.
But I know it's better to let it slide because I can't afford another trip to the Drill Sergeant Office.
After a long breath, I lied: "It's okay. You just need a bit more practice to be on par with me. You only need determination and to dream big."
He said: "I can't, those who dreamed between our people were all shot."
'Now hold on a damn second, this turned dark real fast.' I thought.
I consoled him: "Well, tell me what was your goal when you joined the army?"
He said, "I got bad credit, so I had to do that. But I also wanted some money to buy an engagement ring for my girlfriend, so after this war I am going to propose to her."
'Well, he is cooked, isn't he? This mofo just raised a certain death flag and I don't want anything of that. He would have been better dreamless." I grumbled.
'Now I don't want to be anywhere near him after the flag.' I thought.
But just as I was going to disappear from the spot with peace sign, he suddenly said: "Thank you for trying to cheer me up, here I thought you were some racist clown, but you were a decent guy."
"Whatever," I said with a disinterested tone. 'Please don't become my friend! Please don't become my friend! I don't want to die young.' I prayed in my heart.
"Name's Anthony Carter. What about you?" He introduced himself.
'Awwww man!' I grumbled. I introduced myself as: "Jonathan James. Nice to meet you."
That is how I made another friend, who I hoped would survive this war despite raising the death flag.
After the melee training session, there was my punishment of scrubbing the floor that I had just done with my buddy number 2, Rodriguez.
We talked about superficial stuff, he is really into car stuff. So he yapped all about cars the whole time.
After that, I went to shower and ended the day by calculating. I wondered how long it would take to fully activate the abilities of the Chamber.
While calculating, I drifted to sleep.
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