"You said your name is Blank? Like, blank? I don't even understand.. Who the heck are you? And what does the captain see in a guy like you?"
The pest in front of me is Lanin. The three dotted cheek tattoo guy that's been glaring at me since I joined this troop two days ago.
We're in the cafeteria. The one where red troops eat. The tent is.. it's like a large, white canopy, large enough to house up to five hundred people easily like a building.
It's morning. And I want to eat breakfast.
It's been the same way for the past two days. I never thought that life in the Axis Battlefield would be so mundane. I wake up, eat, train til evening, try to fill up my circle with mana gathering and breathing. I also avoid other soldiers in the troop, those guys are too talkative.
The only people I interact with are Jeriq, Alberto and George, the captain. Although, I haven't spoken with Alberto and George for these two days now. Only Jeriq.
