Chapter 1551 (Patreon)

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Only one tonight, but I'll make this one up. I've spent the last day reading obsessively; I think I've really needed to read something that reminds me why I got into writing in the first place. I finally feel joyous.

In a similar vein, tomorrow's chapters will be me having some fun with two of the recruits. Hopefully you will enjoy.

Charlotte couldn’t help but look at the far wall of the canteen in admiration. Many a time had she witnessed the glorious sight of Overseer Helen tossing a misbehaving recruit into similarly sturdy walls and had been impressed by the structural integrity. But now she realized such displays had been misleading; the casual looking buildings were even more monstrously sturdy than she had expected.

They had to be, after all.

RUMMMMMMBLLLLLLEEEEEEEEE!

Despite the fact that it was only their Head Drill Sergeant and his lover that were fighting, the whole of the Fifth Cohort Rally Station seemed to be shaking with the force of their… passion. Charlotte Wick had heard from some of the other elite recruits that the normal Drill Sergeants scattered around the Rally Station eventually just told their recruits to ignore the seismic disturbances. Plus, it seemed like the Superintendent of the Rally Station had completely given up on restraining Randidly Ghosthound.

Besides… when the reverberations are that powerful...  Charlotte shivered and looked down at the trembling food in front of her. Her spoon clattered across the rim of her bowl like it was performing a country jig. Who would want to come and tell him to stop?

BOOOOOOOOOM!

The canteen shook again, but the ground was largely still. Which probably meant that the two fighters had impacted each other in the air, dispersing most of the force upward and outward. But still, the radius of their collisions was horrifying. Both the wild laughter of the Grim Chimera and the thunderous rustling of Yggdrasil’s leaves could be clearly heard.

The latter noise made bear-woman tighten her hands on the edge of the table. The World Tree was the image given to her to learn by the Ghosthound and she had benefited immensely from it. But the circumstances still filled her with a suffocating dread.

In an effort to suppress her unease, Charlotte cleared her throat lightly and looked across the table. “...anyway, what were you saying about… this Vualla, Ben?”

The pale Benjamin Rex paused with a spoonful of mutton soup on the way to his lips. As he slowly lowered the spoon, he tilted his head to the side, as though listening for the arrival of another sundering clash. When none came after a few seconds, he nodded in satisfaction and began to speak. “...I don’t know much, but it is clear that the azure haired woman was wearing the uniform of the Xyrt Brigade. After their near-constant deployment in the Fifth Cohort, they were given a week break, so the timeline also lines up. To this woman, spending time with the Head Drill Sergeant is a vacation.”

Even the usually emotionless Benjamin’s expression displayed the same sort of awed fascination that had infected the rest of the recruits since the arrival of this Vualla. No one knew whether to admire her or fear her.

Charlotte tapped her fingers on the table; her own mutton soup was already mostly devoured. Only a few dregs remained in her bowl, which was her fifth helping. The combination of carrots, turnips, potatoes, and stewed meat was surprisingly delicious. Her mind went to the stern expression of her grandfather. “I’m surprised that the Ghosthound was able to get the Head Drill Sergeant position with ties to the Xyrt Brigade.”

“They must not have known,” Benjamin’s expression was conflicted as he stared down at his plate. “There is no way that a Commandant would have let the Ghosthound anywhere near us if they had known. I’ve heard some other recruits talking that they were deployed on the same frontlines, so it makes sense that they would have met, but-”

RUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBLLLLLLLEEEEE!

Charlotte Wick rolled her shoulders as the conversation was briefly stalled. Gradually, she was deciding that she was part of the majority of recruits in her opinion of Vualla: she deeply feared the woman. Because after listening to the duo spar and feeling their images clash against each other, an unavoidable fact had emerged: the Xyrt Brigade woman was stronger than the Head Drill Sergeant. It wasn’t by a lot, but it was easy to see their relative power from the fact that the Ghosthound emerged from their spars disheveled while Vualla was positively beaming with pleasure.

Of course, none of the recruits dared look down on their Head Drill Sergeant for this; they had felt the overwhelming power of his image. Either of these powerful individuals were enough to crush them. Instead, it just earned her a whispered nickname: the Azure Death.

No recruit wanted to draw her attention while she continued to dally with the Head Drill Sergeant on the Rally Station. Hers was a smile that hid fangs, in the eyes of the recruits.

Charlotte shook her head and then looked toward the third individual at their table. She wanted to change the subject; remembering the Azure Death’s bright expression chilled her to the core. When the Vulpine continued to mechanically shovel stew into his mouth despite her pointed look, Charlotte kicked him under the table. “Oy! Raymund! Wipe that depressing look off of your face; don’t you have a break today? How’s the special training going?”

The wolfman blinked several times before raising his head. Almost instantly, Charlotte felt somewhat bad for him. She had believed that what the Overseers forced the general recruits to do was brutally spartan, but then she had witnessed the way that Raymund and DiOrtho were constantly tormented with repeated demands of superhuman feats of strength. Even the usually cocky DiOrtho had become taciturn and cooperative with Overseer Helen after constantly having extreme displays required of him. The duo moved smoothly, but with the blank eyes of robots.

But after those blinks, Raymund’s gaze cleared somewhat. He seemed to consider her question for several seconds before quietly answering. “To be frank, it is an astonishingly effective training regimen. It has become clear to me that my difficulties with image development are a product of a personal defect. Being too exhausted to think… has given space for my psyche to get out of its own path.”

Benjamin nudged the Vulpine in the side. “Obviously that was the point, but you’ve still been doing near-constant physical training. How has the Skill growth been?”

“Oh, the results on that front are similarly unequivocal,” Raymund responded casually. “My passive physical Skill has been pushed up by near one hundred Skill Levels. I think the exact number is ninety-three, but it is a testament to the Overseers’ commitment to our growth that I have come this far in so short a time.”

Charlotte’s mouth formed an O. Finally, her nagging worries were truly dislodged from their quiet burrow in her brain. “You… you’ve gained almost a hundred Skill Levels in just a single Skill since you’ve come to the Fifth Cohort Rally Station…? That’s-”

BOOOOOOOMMMMM!

All three paused for a second; it seemed the spar was not yet finished. The wind outside the canteen began to howl as the Ghosthound activated his Stillborn Phoenix image. Charlotte reflexively reinforced her own image with life energy; one needed to be careful when the Ghosthound released the image of the egg of depression. It had a habit of stealing away energy from the surroundings in a way that was easy to miss until it was too late.

Several recruits had been humiliated to realize all their carefully accumulated energy from two hours of rest had vanished, devoured by the maw of darkness. Of course, the Overseers were very unsympathetic; training went ahead as normal, no matter how poor your performance was going to be.

If you had a problem, you needed to raise it with the Ghosthound. Which no one did.

Raymund cleared his throat and continued speaking. “Well, no, actually. This accumulation occurred solely in the past eleven days, since the initiation of the special train. My other Skills have unsurprisingly stalled during the one-note methodology… but physically, I feel rather confident in myself.”

“Almost a hundred Skill Levels in ten days…?” Benjamin muttered in disbelief. Both were staring at Raymund like he was insane. Charlotte couldn’t get over the fact that Raymund had basically achieved over half of the Skill growth that she herself had, all in a single Skill in ten days.

“Still, is such an accomplishment really that worthy of note?” Raymund shook his head in answer to his own question. Then his sharp eyes went to Charlotte. “Out of the three chosen to directly receive the Ghosthound’s image, you’ve definitely made the most progress, Miss Charlotte. The benefits you’ve harvested are impossible to miss. Right now, if there was another tournament…”

Charlotte resisted the urge to preen in front of these two, but she subconsciously released a pulse of life energy from her Primal Force image. A few surrounding recruits looked up gratefully before continuing with their meal. After studying Yggdrasil for ten days, Charlotte was able to capture the smallest bit of its healing aura. Yet a split second later, a near imperceptible twitch ran through her body.

As it always was, things related to the Ghosthound’s image were… tainted, in her mind. Those nagging fears steadily returned to nibble at the edges of her attention.

“...well, I cannot say it’s that not impressive,” Charlotte demurred. But beneath her thick layer of fur, her body began to sweat. Her body responded instinctively, even as she carefully controlled the timber of her voice. “Truthfully… the Head Drill Sergeant… well, is it fair to say that he has a knack for inspiration? This training we all endure is hellish, and oh, I believe your current situation is similarly demanding, Raymund, but still, he prodded me to discover new reserves of motivation within myself. I… cannot seem to bring myself to rest, in regards to his image. Perhaps that’s why my results are so unusual.”

Perhaps she was a suspicious bit more verbose than normal, because there was an imperceptible widening in Benjamin Rex’s eyes. He considered her expression carefully. “Indeed?”

Meanwhile, Raymund didn’t notice anything was amiss. He nodded tiredly and said, “We were blessed to have the opportunity to study under Randidly Ghosthound. His methods are beyond reproach.”

...the truth is I dare not show anything less than stellar results. The Ghosthound could destroy me at any moment. Despite her best efforts, Charlotte’s lip trembled. She bit into the plush worm of flesh to keep it from displaying any more weakness. Overseer Helen is perfection in motion… but even I can tell she is a temperamental and private person. Some of those drawings that I made… That I can’t help but keep making… would give such a cultured and refined angel more than enough motivation to end my life…

Or even worse, ignore me completely...

Charlotte’s Primal Beast was more powerful than ever before, yet she couldn’t help but feel insidiously stifled on the Rally Station. The tight grasp of the Ghosthound spun around her limbs like chains. For now, all that he required was the incorporation of his image, but the prospect of continuing this existence weighed heavily on Charlotte’s mind.

Her association with Commandant Wick would mean that the Ghosthound would not dare directly have her cultivate his image to later cannibalize her for strength, but she could not envision a way of escaping from under the Head Drill Sergeant’s thumb for the rest of her days. Yet her turbulent emotions betrayed her again at that thought; her foolish heart at least accepted that this way, she would remain near Overseer Helen.

Charlotte released a deep sigh. Somewhere, she had no doubt the Ghosthound was snickering at her expense.

Benjamin was still frowning at her. “...for someone who has achieved such rapid gains in such a short amount of time, you don’t seem very excited. Were there any… side effects of adapting to the Ghosthound’s image…? No offense, but I don’t understand why your growth is so quick compared to Jieu and Vizzeret. None of us lack effort.”

For several seconds, Charlotte attempted to condense her irritation toward Benjamin’s accurate bluntness into a searing glare. The pale-skinned Benjamin didn’t even bat an eyelash, forcing Charlotte to release a hissing breath of defeat. She was just opening her mouth to sharply retort when she was completely blanketed by an immense noise.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

The ground beneath their table shook from the impact, which meant their table shook. The remaining dregs of Charlotte’s stew sloshed side to side in her bowl. Gradually, the rumbling calmed down. And from the diminishing presence of the Ghosthound’s and his lover’s image, the fight had ended.

Before Charlotte could respond to Benjamin, Raymund stood. "Please excuse me for departing early. This day is not entirely a break. Apparently, Sir DiOrtho and I will require a history lesson before we take on this special mission. Overseer Muareth is going to lecture us for a few hours today so we are prepared for most eventualities."

"What's your mission?" Benjamin asked curiously. "I'm quite a bit jealous that you will be outside of the suppression array, but I'll bet it's another hostile environment, correct?"

But to both of their surprise, Raymund shook his head. Then the Vulpine shrugged. "I... also cannot interpret the Ghosthound's actions this time. As far as we can tell, the task is simply... to accomplish a certain mission in twenty-four hours, without consciously using Skills or images."