Two days later.
Hwaseong, Gyeonggi-do—Adaptive Training Institute for Prospective Awakeners.
“Good to meet you. I’m Kim Si-gyun, Team Leader of Rescue–Suppression Team 1 in the Emergency Response Unit of the Awakened Management Bureau of the Republic of Korea. For the past week, I was also the instructor you all said you wanted to kill.”
Applause and cheers broke out.
A few of the more outgoing ones booed in good fun.
Kim Si-gyun gave a faint laugh.
“You’ve worked hard. From here on, we won’t be meeting as instructor and trainees, but hunter to hunter out in the field. I won’t be talking down to you like this anymore.”
A week at the training camp.
Day after day of high-intensity sessions had stripped off a good bit of the raw, green smell from the once-clueless prospective hunters.
At this level, they’ll at least pass for people.
Hunters grow up on the battlefield anyway, so I’m not expecting too much right now.
(Of course, there are always exceptions.)
Kim…