Just as Bahram was about to teach Jacob a lesson, a recruit came over and touched Bahram's shoulder.
"Sergeant Bahram, that—"
Bahram turned his head and found a body lying on the equipment rack at the entrance with his hands folded in his chest, with a handsome but slightly gloomy face. His hair was tied behind his head, and his eyes were staring at this place with a burning look.
"When did Robin come?"
The visitor was Robin of the Second Company. He saw that the other party was also wearing a training suit, then put down his arms and walked leisurely to the training ground.
"Come and see you."
Walking to Jacob, Robin suddenly tweaked and picked it up with his toes, and then held the training sword in the air in his hand.
"It seems that we haven't trained for a long time?"
Bahram pursed his lips and then forced a smile:
"Sorry, Robin, it may not be convenient today. I have to take everyone to the shooting range later. If I go late, the company commander should say to me again..."
"It won't take long, Bahram, why are you hiding from me?"
“No…”
"I know you don't want to do it in crowded occasions...you and me one-on-one training, but here."
Robin glanced around.
"You only have ten brothers, you no longer need to have any concerns, and this is also an education for them, isn't it?"
Speaking of this, when Bahram realized that the fighting brothers' eyes were all gathered on him, he knew that this "glimpse" was inevitable. As Robin said, he was indeed deliberately avoiding the champion, especially after the other party received the almost most valuable medal in the vortex, Robin's invitation to the arena was shirked by him for various reasons.
This gave him some bad reputation, but Bahram did not retreat. It was not that he was afraid, but that he thought he was just a sergeant in the tenth company. Robin was recognized by everyone, including the champion of the battle team. Whether it was victory or defeat, it would cause trouble within the battle team. After all, in a sense, he represented the tenth company. Failure was not the result he wanted, he could win-
Therefore, he would rather others say he is a coward behind his back.
But as Robin said, this place is a relatively "private" place, and it is in front of the company soldiers.
"Okay...we really haven't trained one-on-one for a long time."
A smile bursts out on Robin's face.
"That's right, brother."
The recruits surrounded the crowd and were looking forward to the championship showdown. This is not a scene that can be seen often. In the minds of some people, Bahramb is not considered worse than Robin - such as Jacob.
After saluting each other, the two rushed towards each other without any stance.
Amid the screams of the recruits, the two training swords danced into a dazzling array of light and shadow. The confrontation between the two sides was so swift that the sound of weapons fighting each other was as dense as an alarm bell.
Robin's natural speed is legendary. Sometimes he quickly approaches his opponent, and uses a series of poking and slashing to force Bahram to retreat. Sometimes he adopts the technique of feinting or combining virtual and real, constantly turning the sweep into a bottom cut or top pick, and the sharp blade points directly to Bahram's heart.
In response, Bahram's swordsmanship like a fallen hero is no less than that. His concentration and determination cover the slightly thin face of the recruit non-commissioned officer like a mask. Facing the surging attack like a wave, it was like a huge reef, facing fearlessly and using a dexterous blocking and counterattacking against time to resolve the situation.
As both sides began to move in a pace, the white-hot Mars also left a complex trail in the air.
"Yes, yes, that's it, brother, you're hiding so well."
It seems to be that Bahram has begun to go back and forth with Robin, but not only does not see impatience and depression on Robin's face, but a rare smile, a smile and excitement from the heart.
The next moment, his attack became more deadly and more rapid, all aiming at the target with the determination to kill.
He first hit Bahram's sword that struck him towards his neck with a sudden blow, then changed his move upwards, and then changed direction for the second time, and the movement was so rapid that everything was expected.
As Bahram tried to destroy his opponent's sword path, a clear flaw suddenly appeared in his sword technique. Robin's sword seized the opportunity keenly and stabbed Bahram's chest hard.
However, this was also a trap, and Bahram's sword blade also pressed against Robin's abdomen from bottom to top.
In an instant, a strong current forced the two to bounce away from each other.
Bahram glanced at the ablated mark on his chest training suit, shook his head with a smile, and put away his sword.
"Robin, you are still as powerful as ever, you won."
Robin had no joy of victory. He just looked down at the small ablation mark on his abdomen, frowned.
In his mind, what would happen next if the two of them were fighting each other's life and death.
His sword would pierce one of Bahram's hearts, yes, but Space Marines had two hearts, and Bahram's sword would cut his chest from top to bottom to his neck...
Robin's face was gloomy and calm, then he let out a long breath and threw the sword at Jacob.
"Bahram, I don't understand why you keep hiding yourself?"
Bahram was silent for a moment and said slowly:
"Robin, I don't quite understand what you mean by hiding. If you mean on the battlefield... My primary responsibility is to guide and protect the recruits of the 10th Company, rather than rushing to the front to fight with the enemy. This is, the responsibility."
"So you let it tie you like a chain, and your sword?"
“Responsibility is never a bondage, it is the meaning of our existence…”
Robin looked at Bahram and finally turned around and walked towards the slowly opened training room door.
"I'm waiting for you to take off your responsibilities one day and fight me."
After Robin left, Jacob walked to Bahram.
"Non-commissioned officer, you didn't lose just now, right? If it was real-"
Bahram turned his head and glared at him.
"Is it meaningful to fight for such a victory or defeat?"
"Uh... Actually, I'm also very curious, why are you unwilling to show yourself in the arena? Maybe you can go to a company or..."
"What? I'm annoyed?"
"No... Oh, by the way, the question I just wanted to ask is why only the Holy Hammer Cultivation Society has a stronghold like Saturn? What about the other two Cultivation Society?"
"Because the Holy Hammer Cultivation has the earliest and oldest history... How did you learn the history lessons of your empire?"
"Okay...but I really want to go to Saturn to see it."
"I think beautifully! Organize everyone to go to the shooting range for training now!"
In fact, it is not just warriors like Jacob. Even Soshiyan thought of the mysterious Saturn to see it. It is said that each of its satellites is covered with fortresses and prisons, and the prisons filled with anti-psychic equipment are imprisoned with countless enemies captured by demon judges from all over the Galaxy, including probably many Chaos Space Marines and Demons.
Perhaps, some acquaintance that Soshiyan knew was also among them? (Cayang should have been locked up in Saturn instead of Terra)
Chapter completed!