ARCHDEUS

THE FUCKING CONSCRIPTION(1)

In the vast expanse of land accompanied by bright solar light, a bunch of brave men bare-chested running neatly like ducks.

"Tu, wa, tu, wa, tu, wa ...."

"Promise this day."

(savage: celebrate today)

"We're singing a lot."

(legs: We're singing a lot."

"Shake up, footwork!"

(legs: Body shake, footwork!)

"Deliver the song of peace!"

(Wruth: call for a song of peace!)

The hymn of the spirit of those mighty warriors shook the earth and encouraged the heart. Their glowing skin from the sweat reflecting sunlight did not dampen their spirits.

Yeah .. indeed, that's how it should be. They are candidates for great people who contribute and take care of their homeland.

This was the barracks, where the soldiers were trained and built. The location of this barrack is on the outskirts of the City of Fertihall, County of Fertiphile.

Note:

You can translate that County is equivalent to a province. That is, the leader of a county, the count, has the equivalent position of governor. 

fertihall City: Capital of the County of Fertiphile

county of Fertiphile: one of the sub-regions (provinces) of Arthcania Kingdom.

Military discipline is very important here. Each individual is trained to be independent and responsible. No one should be a spoiled human being in this place, no, well ... no. hah .. there should not be ... but why ....

"No."

"What do you mean by No!?"

"No means no."

Sir Winson Ignitus Adenburg was a veteran knight. Being born as the youngest child of a baron family makes his life as a noble not smooth. He decided to leave politics and enter the military at the age of 15. During that time, he was educated as a combat and strategy expert at the Royal Military Academy.

During his active years, he has participated in several battles and won many medals. He retired at the age of 56 due to his respiratory condition. However, he still actively helped the military by becoming a mentor in the Count of Fertiphile barracks. He had received a lot of help from the previous count, so by helping the training of the territory warriors, he hoped to return the favor. Not felt, almost 8 years he became a mentor. During that various types of humans he met and he was educated. There are indeed some who are naughty and unruly but in the end they will comply as well. Wellh ... except this one.

This damn kid who keeps nagging about napping and keeps opposing Wilson's words. Wilson as a mentor just told this kid to do a little bit of sword training and light exercise. But he continued to refuse.

"Look! There is no difference in status! Whether you're a noble or something, you must obey your superiors' orders!" yell Winson.

Winson glared at Alex. But instead of retreating, Alex just turned back.

"Listen old man, I'm taking a nap and I don't want to hold a sword."

A-Child bastard!

Winson's face was already very red. He wanted to tear this child apart. But he held it.

"Huh ... Nak. You're here to train to be a tough warrior. If you want to sleep, then sleep in your house."

But Winson did not expect Alex's response. The boy did not refuse at all, instead he nodded.

"You're right, Old Man. All right, then I'll sleep in my house. You can tell my father that I've graduated from military training. Then I'll say goodbye."

Alex turned his body and was about to leave. But Winson rushed to his senses and pulled the child's collar.

"Hey .. hey .. wait a minute, little ****."

Oh my God .. what this kid thinks.

Winson doesn't know. Alex's arrival at this place was due to Count Harol's orders. He also knew that this boy was very troubled. But when he looked directly, this boy was not a problem, but this boy was a disaster.

Okay ... I'll give up for one day. It's his first day anyway.

"Son, I will tolerate you today. All right, how about you go around the field 3 times."

Generally, beginner soldiers will circle the field five to eight times. The field is quite wide, even three rounds are draining.

"No."

"Two rounds?"

"No."

"One spin?"

"No."

"So how many rounds of anying!"

Winson shouted furiously. Now he feels older.

Alex took that question. He held his chin as if thinking.

"I'll circle this field ten times."

"What?!"

Winson did not expect Alex's answer. Instead of reducing, the boy even added to his track? Is this boy a masochist? That's what Winson thinks.

"However there are conditions."

"Condition?"

"Yes, for a week, I won't take any training except exercise, I can take a nap, no one wakes me up too early and my food is twice as much."

"No! Nah! That's obviously not going to take me."

Winson shook his head.

"Your loss."

Alex turned back and hurried away.

"Woi woi, wait a minute. A day. All right, well I'll grant your request for a day."

"Five days," Alex bargained.

"Three days! No more bargaining."

Winson is resigned. How could he, a professional mentor and cold-handed now end up being someone who bargained with a 15-year-old boy as if he were a fishmonger in the market.

Well, I've never used this body for strenuous activity. Hmm ... how long will this body last? Waitaminute! Have I ever played sports before?

All his life, Alex never played sports. He will always be in the room or sleeping in the yard. Even when he became Archdeus, Alex aka Sheol never did any heavy physical activity. This is because he as archdeus can do anything like flip a palm.

Alex felt this was something new. He was also curious why many creatures love sports but on the one hand instead it just makes them tired. Is it not strange to like something that makes someone tired?

Alex never warms up so he doesn't know. He immediately ran around the field.

"Woi! Make preparations first!"

Winson shouted, but Alex did not hear.

You stupid kid.

Winson thought that the boy would get injured and cry like a baby.

Well ... Let's see where his arrogance is.

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"Hey ... How many rounds is this?"

"Fifth round."

"Huh three more."

Two young would-be soldiers were conversing. They and several other young soldiers were circling the field.

One of the soldiers saw a running figure. The figure was not from their group, not even from any group. This is strange, every young soldier should always train in his own group.

Did he miss?

The figure grew closer and showed that he was a white man with a handsome face but no expression. His eyes pointed sharply, he did not glance right-left.

I've never seen anyone as dandy as him here.

The soldier was clearly surprised. The man who ran solo had smooth and white skin. Never seen physical activity. This is clearly impossible. It should be here that everyone must at least have calluses or their skin is a little dark and dull due to exposure to the light of the sun.

Is he the new kid?

Although he was confused, the soldier finally paid his attention to the figure of the strange man.

The soldier refocused on running until finally the track of the group was finished and they went to rest.

Lah? Is he still running?

If the soldier counted the rounds from the man, he had circled the field more than eight times.

"Have he been punished?" muttered.

"Hey there's a bro?"

The soldier's friend called him.

"none. Look at the man who ran there" said the soldier, pointing with his index finger.

"God! Look at his blue face! Was he punished?!"

"Come ...."

As the two soldiers chatted, they were shocked to hear someone's scream.

"Woi! The boy! Enough already! Jesus, he's crazy!"

The two people looked at the source of the voice.

"*Sir*Winson?!"

The two never expected. People as important as Winson are in this place. He should be at the combat training ground, not in the field.

Moreover, Winson's face looked chaotic. It made not only the two people, but the other soldiers who saw him become wondering.

Winson never had this big bang. At first he only agreed to Alex's proposal because he just wanted to give the boy a punishment. He even doubted the spoiled brat could take four rounds.

Yet now it was the ninth round, not even the brat's running speed was reduced. However ....

It's dangerous!

Winson looked at Alex's face from a distance. Even so, the eyes of a veteran cannot be taken lightly.

Alex's face was as blue as someone who drowned.

Winson was afraid that the boy would die silly from a heart attack.

"Good boy! Alrighty! Alrighty! I surrender! Please stop! That's enough, okay you can stop now!"

Winson's panic. If something bad happens, what is the count's response. Although Alex is a child who disappoints the family, at least the count still has hope that the child will change.

"It's crazy! Wooi anyone! Hurry up and catch the kid. Don't let him die here!"

"Good!"

The count's orders were fixed on the two soldiers who coincidentally also watched Alex intensely. They both ran after Alex.

As for Alex, he just focused on running and counting the rounds.

One more round ....

Holy hooch! Why is the old man screaming there.

Alex was upset to see Winson yelling. He soon saw two men chasing him.

"Woi stop!" shouted both.

What's the matter? Why did the old man have these two men come after me? Ah so so, she must be afraid that I won this gamble. You old man cheated!

Alex was annoyed at the dishonesty of his dueling opponents. He rushed to speed up his run. But the more he sped up, the more he heard Winson's screams and his pursuers grew stronger.

Finally, he completed ten rounds. He also met Winson.

Strange, why don't I feel tired? Was this body this strong before?

Although Alex is currently in the human body, but his mentality and spirit are still archdeus. That is why the body and soul are not in sync. Alex's body had long been screaming to stop, it was visible from his blue face, his body temperature was very hot, the throbbing around his feet, to his breathing that thrashed. Alex, however, did not feel any significant fatigue.

As for Winson, he was crying like a baby.

What's wrong with this old man? Is it because he's senile that he thinks he's a toddler?

Since then, it was only Alex Bargabung's first day in the barracks that he had become someone who was warmly talked about. Even Winson revised his assumption of Alex.