Da Vilms, the brightest pearl of the Star Alliance.
In the gloomy and depressing underground training ground of the First Military Academy of the Star Alliance, Doron, wearing a teaching assistant's uniform, smiled and picked up a bruised pirate soldier.
"This class is a torture class." After punching the pirate whose tongue had been cut off, Duolun smiled at the circle of junior students surrounding him and said, "It's not a compulsory course in the academy. If If you can't bear it psychologically, you can leave get out of class. Congratulations to all the students who successfully passed this course, you will get ten extra credits."
Throwing the pirate to the ground with force, Duolun patted his blood-covered palms: "For the first class, please students who are willing to take this course leave some scars on this unlucky guy and try to get his hands covered with blood.
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After a few minutes of silence, 80% of the military academy students on the training ground turned and left, with less than ten remaining.
Duolun shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Highly developed civilization, highly developed spiritual civilization...the spirit of a warrior!"
Looking around, his eyes paused for a moment on a tall figure standing in a dark corner of the training ground. Duolun asked with a smile on his face: "Which junior, junior girl come first? I'm ready here.
Daggers, short swords, steel spikes and various common torture instruments."
Silence, a long silence. The remaining students took a step back, as if they were frightened by the instruments of torture that Duolun took out one after another.
Duolun shook his head in disappointment and sighed: "Is there no one? Don't you even have the courage to see blood? Then how can you become a qualified soldier?"
The tall figure sitting in the dark corner moved, and she walked steadily in front of Duolun.
Duolun smiled: "Senior Fuya!"
Fuya Ming, who was wearing the uniform of a student at the First Military Academy, glanced at Duolun indifferently and then focused on the torture instruments.
He has black short ear-length hair, a delicate oval-shaped face, long phoenix eyes, a pair of neat sword-shaped eyebrows, a tall figure that is even a finger taller than Duolun, and a strong and strong body tightly wrapped in a student uniform.
, Fuya Ming, who was like an iron-hearted orchid blooming in the dark night, frowned and stared at these instruments of torture, suddenly pulled out the gun on her body, and pulled the trigger between the pirate's eyebrows.
The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the training ground. Duolun, who had always been calm and composed, was frightened by Fuya Ming who suddenly attacked and staggered back a few steps. He exclaimed in surprise: "Senior Fuya, you..."
Fuya Ming frowned and said calmly: "Torture? No need! Confession? No need. The best pirate is the dead pirate."
Putting her gun back into its holster, Fuya Ming turned around and walked towards the exit of the training ground.
"Senior Duolun, if you are really bored, you can go and fight wild beasts, but please don't waste our time. Since the advent of the mental wave extractor, the course of torture has disappeared from the college's elective course list for hundreds of years.
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"No matter what means you use to get ten credits for this outdated course, please don't call us here in the middle of the night. Our time is precious."
The sound of combat boots hitting the ground gradually faded away, and Fuya Ming disappeared into darkness.
