The Hero In The Military academy Suit

Chapter 12

(Part:06) The Noble Flower in My Clumsy Writing

“I thought it through. If anyone’s talking about why this little kid’s in the training camp, I just wanted to show off my skills,”

This guy hated being mistaken for a child because of his appearance, and that part of his character was crystal clear.

“Maybe you should go wash up first. You’re stink,”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

I grabbed the toiletries and fresh clothes from the supplies I’d just received and headed for the shower.

Hot water poured over my head.

Using the pressure of the water hitting my scalp, I tried to clear my head.

The conclusion came quickly.

This world? It’s mine. I made it.

That’s a fact.

But my world, or the setting, isn’t perfect.

Between the pieces of the patched-together world I created, there were gaps—“empty spaces” in the plot.

One example was Ludwig from the Last Night’s Clan, a key character meant to oppose the Demon King.

His story wasn’t supposed to be part of the training camp, but these gaps had naturally gotten twisted and integrated into my fanfiction world.

That was my conclusion.

Ugh, my head hurts.

The main plot points wouldn’t change, but all the smaller events, the twists of fate, might be totally different now.

It meant I had to rebuild my strategy, relying only on the story I knew, and reframe everything from the start. I’d have to make decisions on the fly and adapt as I went.

*Sigh.*

I had to think positively.

No matter how bratty that kid was, he was going to be one of the heroes of the Goddess faction in the future. Strengthening this side was a good thing.

Just by looking at the specs I checked earlier, he was already way beyond the trainee level.

Even with two useless extras, I could still rank high with him on my team.

I thought that as I stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed.

“Oh? You’re in this dorm too?” I heard.

It was Lizzy Rose Depp, standing just outside the bathroom, looking like she’d just showered too.

“You managed to squeeze in, huh? I didn’t know this was your dorm.”

“Do noble young ladies always talk like that? Anyway, thanks again for earlier.”

Of course, I was the one who taught her that phrase, but seeing her pick it up so quickly, I figured she was a fast learner.

She was impressive.

“Heh. Even in a shared dorm, don’t you think your outfit is a bit too revealing?”

I was standing there topless with just a towel over my shoulder.

It was the military’s effect kicking in, turning me into a total ‘last-year soldier’ type right away.

“Oh. I didn’t know the building was co-ed. My bad.”

“No worries. It looks good on you. Can I touch?”

“Yeah, right.”

“Why not?”

“Just go away.”

She pouted but walked off, clicking her tongue.

Was it just me, or did she have that kind of confidence that reminded me of my sister back on Earth?

I thought that while watching her walk away.

By the way, a co-ed dorm? I was raised to follow traditional values, and that’s something I just can’t get behind.

There’s an old saying about how men and women shouldn’t even sit together after the age of seven.

This whole setting felt like a weird mishmash of strange rules just to spice things up in my fanfiction.

But, well, experiencing it… it wasn’t so bad.

How far ahead had I planned this, I wonder?

Of course, my fanfic was rated for all ages.

Oh well.

“The Next Day”

The real training camp schedule kicked off, and about a thousand trainees lined up in neat rows.

They were all slacking off back in the dorms, like lazy soldiers, but now, gathered on the training grounds, they were all serious and disciplined.

After some waiting, two instructors and the camp commander took the stage.

Today was the day the basic physical training would wrap up, and the new curriculum, weapons training, would start.

This was an important turning point.

This week was when we’d choose the kind of weapon we’d likely be stuck with for the rest of our lives.

“I have an announcement before we start the third week of weapons training,” the commander, Conrad, said with his usual tough expression, looking down at the trainees.

“As you all know, we’ve narrowed down the soldiers to a thousand. But coincidentally, we had one new trainee join us yesterday. So now, the total number of trainees is one thousand and one.”

What’s this old guy talking about now? Why’s he dragging this out?

I felt an uncomfortable unease creeping up on me.

“So, I’m going to have to kick out the trainee with the worst performance so far.”

What the hell?

“Parsons, pack your stuff and leave. You’ll complete your military service next year.”

The tension in the camp loosened up, and whispers began to spread like watercolors through the crowd.

I couldn’t help but glance at the centre of the hustle and bustle.

And immediately, my face crunched up.

Parsons was standing right where the main characters of our generation were.

This isn’t fair.

After two weeks of tough training, he’s getting kicked out like this?

The unexpected turn of events hit the training camp hard, and my forehead furrowed even more.

“And now, welcome. The new trainee who joined in the middle of the camp, Russell Ashgreen, was recommended by the general.”

Another clear sign of malicious intent.

I had the sudden urge to punch the smiling Conrad right in the face.

That’s when someone raised their hand.

It was our protagonist, the idiot Hugo.

He raised his hand proudly and spouted an overused line.

“This is unfair.”

“It’s not unfair. From now on, the weapons training and formation drills will be done in teams of four. The evaluation will also be in the same format. Isn’t it unfair for one team to have five members, or worse, to have a team with too few members?”

“…”

“Answer me, Hugo. Am I wrong or right?”

“…Yeah. You’re right.”

“If you’re going to complain, blame the one who broke the rules and barged in.”

“But…”

Hugo stubbornly tried to argue even after Conrad’s response, but he was quickly shut down by his teammates.

He probably didn’t want to get on the bad side of the hot-headed commander and lose points.

Instead, all the anger and complaints that didn’t touch those in power were directed straight at me.

I felt dozens of sharp glares, but I stood tall, still.

Did you get your eyes open?

It’s not my fault, you bastards.

I’m innocent.

These bastards can’t even recognize their creator…

I sighed lightly and turned my gaze to Conrad.

No need to waste energy on this.

That guy will pay for his rotten personality in the first major episode anyway.

If he survives, I’ll make sure he pays for what he did to me.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself, letting go of the urge to automatically shift into combat mode.

The hustle and bustle soon died down.

“Starting now, we’ll begin the basic weapons aptitude training.”

After that unexpected drama, the training went on more or less normally.

Weapons aptitude training.

From swords to spears, shields, bows, firearms, and maces.

This was the opportunity for all the combat trainees, except for those aiming for mage or spirit user classes, to try out every kind of weapon.

It was time to figure out which weapon felt right before making the final choice.

As expected, the boys around my age were thrilled to hold real weapons for the first time, their faces lighting up as they swung them around.

Some of them couldn’t handle the weight of the melee weapons and stumbled, scratching their fellow trainees in the process.

“Enough! Anyone who steps out of line or refuses to follow orders will be kicked out immediately!”

A few sharp words from the instructor were enough to freeze the rowdy trainees in their tracks.

Next, hundreds of trainees swung the same weapons in unison, following the instructor’s demonstration. It was a sight to behold.

This version maintains a casual tone, with a bit of humour and frustration from the protagonist as they deal with the chaos at the training camp.

The aptitude training went on for two days.

It was pretty simple—just learning basic stances for each weapon and swinging or shooting them a few times.

But still, it took a whole two days.

It was a short time, but also kind of long.

“Have you guys decided what weapon you’re picking?” I casually asked my two dorm mates.

Over the two days, we’d gotten a bit closer, eating together and joking around without much awkwardness.

Ludwig just walked around with his usual sour face, keeping to himself.

“I’m not sure… honestly, I don’t feel confident with any of them,” Cory said, his face downhearted.

I turned to look at Ashers, and he gave a short answer.

“A battle axe.”

His thin voice still felt weird coming from such a big guy.

“Axe? Why?”

“I’ve used one. Farm work.”

“Hm.”

Ashers was looking at a huge two-bladed axe, over a meter long. It was a pretty bold choice for a kid with no special powers.

“Listen up, you two. I’ve got some important advice for you.”

***

A few days passed, and the next event was “weapon selection.”

The schedule was simple: choose your main weapon from the ones laid out on the training grounds, then get an aptitude test from the instructors.

There were all kinds of weapons, even some that weren’t used in the aptitude training.

Swords, spears, axes, maces—melee weapons of every kind, plus more unusual ones like iron fans, chains, and even staves and orbs with weak magic cast on them.

We had plenty of time for the weapon selection.

Each of us got to try out every weapon before making our final choice.

“Your main weapon is something you stick with for a while, so it’s hard to change it later,” I thought.

Especially for close combat classes, you develop powers that match the weapon type you pick.

It would be a disaster if you’d built up a bunch of sword skills and then found out you were better suited for spears.

“Well, the main characters will figure it out,” I thought.

But the real issue was me.

The fake Russell Ashgreen was pretty good with pretty much any weapon.

Strength, speed, agility—his stats were high across the board, so he could handle both ranged and melee with ease.

“Hmmm…”

My powers, [Ashgreen Family Secret] and [Hunting Time], were better suited for a tank who could last longer in battle, but after a few days, I realized that my stats were more focused on flexibility and speed than durability.

Honestly, I wasn’t too confident with close combat.

Being on the front lines seemed like a dangerous position—one wrong move, and you’re dead.

But ranged weapons like bows or guns… they had their limits and weaknesses.

Thinking about my [Hunting Time] ability, I was leaning toward a sword or shield style that could let me keep the fight going longer…

“But I still need a weapon that won’t expose me too much while letting me drag the fight out as long as possible.”

My eyes wandered to a particular spot.

‘A spear, huh?’

Honestly, it wasn’t the kind of weapon you’d usually see the protagonist using in novels or comics.

But after thinking about it, I couldn’t come up with a better choice for my current situation.

If I wanted to grab the key items and events in the first main episode, this would be the most fitting weapon.

Even setting aside the later stages, this was the perfect weapon to start the snowball effect in the early game.

So I made my decision.

I chose a Javelin.

That’s right, a throwing spear.

And along with it, a small round shield.

Yep.

I decided to be a “pantheon”.