The ship arrived at the Samara Island and the recruits were ordered by the officer to lower their heads to face the floor. The officer with his arms crossed, patrolled around to see if the recruits would try to move.
On the other side, Neia asked herself why she and the others were in this position. It did not make any sense, at last for her. She felt the ship slowing till it dropped the anchor in the water.
While the officer was watching them, another demon arrived on the board and shouted…
"All of you look at me right now!" he ordered.
"Aye Sir!" they responded and raised their heads.
"You are now part of the Nazar Corp Recruiting Depot Samara. From here and now, the only word that will come out from your mouth is "Yes Sir" or "No Sir", when asked a question "Aye aye Sir". Do you understand?!
"Yes Sir!"
"Get out of my ship, Now!"
All the recruits rushed but carefully not trying to hurt their comrades. On the ground, there were seven demons waiting like wild dogs ready to tear them apart.
"Get in the line! Get in the line now, scum!" the demon yelled at a Bafolk.
"Get off the ship! Faster!"
The harsh words of the drill instructors strike fear into their hearts, and they get in the line as fast as they can. The drill instructors walked furiously controlling the position of the recruits.
Neia's feet were shivering and her heart was pumping like never before. She did not expect something like this at all, it was like they were in a concentration camp. The drill instructors were yelling at every recruit like they were simply animals.
From the building that was in front of the recruits, came out another demon in a leather armor. "He looks really angry!" Muttered Neia.
"Holy shit, what kind of fucking vermins have they brought me now. Y'all looks like pieces of some dog shit. What are you looking at?!" he approached a pale orc. "Is something tickling your ass? STRAIGHT EYES FOOL!"
"Aye Sir!"
Lauder!"
"AYE SIR!"
He saw a wood elf female smirking, Neia remembered her when she blocked the seat with her bag. "You find something funny?" he turned at the elf and she turned pale. She did not dare to look at his golden eyes and kept her face straight.
"N-No Sir!"
"Then why did you smirk?"
She wanted to explain herself in a possible way so he can believe her.
"Sir-"
"What do you mean?! Don't even start to explain yourself! You are a bad fucking excuse."
The demon did not stop yelling at her, and again he saw another person that was doing something without permission.
"Get that finger out of your nose, you shit head!"
The hyenaman fur stood up when he heard the demon yelling at him. The recruits thought the drill instructor was not paying attention to all of them, but they were wrong, the demon saw everything they were doing.
"Right now, I can't stand looking at you. By the Supreme One, how do they expect us to train fucking Nazars, when they can't even send us living god damn beings to start with! Sergeant, get these shits out of my face, and make sure they don't drop any of their civilian garbage on the way through."
"Move you assholes!"
The demons ordered them to march as one straight in the line. Neia had never done this before, so she saw the movements of the other recruits to march as they march. On the right side, Neia noticed Nazar troops. They all wore black full plate armor and were marching mighty.
"It seems they are in their final stage of the training… How I wish I was one of them right now."
Reaching the final stage ment these Nazar's will start their duty. They are going to be sent to the east, or north, or south, or west. To the east part, it means where the Baharuth Empire, Dragon Kingdom, Beastman Kingdom and Orc Kingdom once were, but at the region of the high elves, the Nazar Troops were not allowed to march yet, because the high elves only allowed the Undead Army, and of course the army of the high elves.
They were not ready to accept the Nazar Army. They did not hate the other races, but they just didn't want their realm to turn "colorful", so the Sorcerer King was trying to be careful on this matter. The statement of the high elves was heard and was respected by the authorities of the Nazarick Kingdom.
Now the drill instructors brought the new recruits to a wide room that had long tables. "Put the bags upon the table!" ordered the demon.
Immediately the recruits obeyd, the drill instructors started to check them. One of the demons approached where Neia was, now she was preparing for the flame.
"Get back!" he said.
Neia made one step back without responding, making the demon turn at her.
"When I say something, you say something!" he screamed.
"Aye Sir!"
"Louder!"
"Aye Sir!"
The demon turned back to check her bag. He didn't care, so he tore the bag like it was a rag. "My bag…" It seemed she and the other won't get their stuff back again. He found inside the bag a small wooden box.
"What's this?"
"It has food inside, Sir!"
Without giving a damn about it, the demon dropped the lunchbox on the floor. She was not in a position to do anything about it, so she just stood straight.
Other demons were checking the recruits and yelled at them, the room echoed because of their loud voices, and the recruits responding, Yes and No Sir.
"This is suppose to be in your pocked, and not in the bag, you stupid rat!"
The drill instructor shouted at a WereRat. It was like chaos here, the demons just threw their items like garbage. What was the point of bringing their bags anyway, that was in the mind of everyone.
"Get rid of it… OOOH what do we have here, a little faggot eh. How about you take off those jewelry from your neck, sweetheart."
They didn't just yell at them, they even mocked them, just so they could make them nervous and break their minds. They loved to see those faces scared and in despair.
"Listen up! Y'all can see under the table a bag. Inside those bags are your new clothes, no more fancy stuff or any other bullshit. Females, go after the drill instructor!"
"AYE AYE SIR!"
The females were sent to wash their bodies and get rid of their old clothes. The bag was a bit heavy for Neia, so she had to endure it. The demon female gave them 5 minutes to wash their bodies.
"I know we are all females, but…"
To be surrounded by so many naked females of different races felt kinda embarrassing. Albeit she had a pretty body for a 17 year old young human female, those elven females were like divas and could not be compared. When the water fell on their body, they looked so beautiful.
There were also the pale orc females that looked like busted elves. They looked so similar that one could not tell the difference, but when the pale orc females showed their teeths, the fangs were bigger. To tell the truth , the males had a bit more brutish appearance, but the females looked more normal.
Neia was waiting for her turn, right now in the shower was a female that was as high as her, but her color was kinda like a merge of grey and green. "What is she?" The girl turned her face to Neia, because she was almost finishing. Her body had the same mass of Neia, but her face was really cute. The hairs were also short dark grey, had long ears and sharp fangs.
"No… she can't be a hobgoblin. There is no way."
The beings known as hobgoblins that she had seen with her own eyes didn't look like her. She looked like a crossbreed, but demihumans and humanoids can't make children together, so the only answer was that her race might be from a far away corner of the Nazarick Kingdom that was unknown to her.
The girl noticed her and saw Neia with a shy expression on her face, because she had fixated her scary eyes on the demihuman. With a red face, the strange girl covered her chest with her towel and walked away from the shower leaving Neia to take her turn.
"The way she looked at me… Please I'm not like that."
Neia hoped for that girl to not take the wrong impression about her. It will be bad if wrong words spread on the island.
After washing her body for five minutes, she wore her new clothes, a black t shirt, black pants, and boots. "These look and feel so good." Neia saw them like they were given to her as a birthday present.
All the recruited females were ready and got in the line following the demons. Neia observed the males, a lot of them had long hair when they were on the ship, but now all of them, especially the humanoid had short very hair. "So the males got a haircut, huh." Neia had nothing to worry about, because her mother cut her hair before leaving the house.
About her mother… "I hope for her to be a different person when I go back home." Her mother was against her decision to become a Nazar. Why? Neia had told her that it was her dream to become one, but her mother did not take her dream seriously, because Neia was a just a 13-14 year old girl back then.
But when she applicatied to become a Nazar, her mother became frustrated by the decision of her daughter. She even ordered her many times to go and cancel it, but Neia refused her mother's order. Pavel stood more at the side of his daughter, but most of the time he was neutral.
Neia was not understanding her mother anymore. She was almost a completely different person since the fall of the Holy Kingdom. Lately Neia had been seeing her mother outside in the city going with a group of ex-paladins and Remedios Custodio.
She asked her mother why she hung out with them so much, and she responded with "to remember the old times." Neia did not eat that, and it didn't sound good either the way she said it. "Cold it be… that Remedios Custodio is up to something? What does my mother have to do with her?"
Her mother was not good with the Sorcerer Kingdom taking the Holy Kingdom, and she did not like Ainz Ooal Gown. Her feelings about the Sorcerer King out in the city were normal and not fanatical like the other citizens, but at home she expressed her hatred for the undead and the quarrel with Pavel that respected Ainz Ooal Gown, start over again.
Their daughter was indifferent to this so she just left them alone and went to her own room. She smelled some plot here, but she would never imagine her mother doing something like that, so Neia didn't pay attention very much to that, but still she was worried thinking about her now…
The recruits were brought inside a large barrack. This was clearly the place where they would sleep, because there were a lot of bunk beds. The demons told the recruits who their bed was and Neia rushed to get the first bed.
"Well, it seems we will be very close again, nya." spoke a familiar voice.
It was the cat girl that was before Neia holding her bag. She did not like to sleep up so she asked the cat girl. "Ah Çikly, good to see you again, umm where do you want to sleep?"
"Up I guess, nya, I heard some humans are afraid of highs, or maybe I'm wrong."
"You-You are not wrong, some of us really are afraid of highs. So I guess this one is mine."
"Thank you."
Neia thanked the cat girl with all her heart. As a cat girl, Çikly won't have a problem sleeping even in places that were impossible for humans.
"Get in the line, Now!" shoute the demon.
Immediately the recruits presented themselves, females on the left side, and males on the right side face to face with each other. The demon checked them again for the last time.
Another demon entered inside the barrack. He was equipped with leather armor and had short black hair, brown eyes, two horns, a dragon like tail. He stood at the entrance straight facing the sergeant that has led the recruits from the time they had arrived on this island.
The demon walked straight towards the newly arrived demon. When he was close enough, he stopped. "Sergeant, train these soldiers to become brave Nazars." he raised his hand to salute the new demon and responded the same way.
Those who brought Neia and the others here left the barrack leaving behind a new mysterious demon and also two others that came after him. For a moment he did not move, and just observed the new recruits with cold eyes, then he started to walk very slowly.
"I am Sergeant Yetmir, your senior drill instructor. From now on, you speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir!" Do you maggots understand that?"
"Sir yes sir!" they responded in unison
"Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair."
"SIR YES SIR!"
"If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training... you will be a weapon, you will be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day you are pukes! You're the lowest form of life in this world. You are not even living fucking beings! You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit!
Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard, but I am fair! There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on Humanoids, Demihumen and Beastmen. Here you are all equally worthless! Do you maggots understand that?"
"Sir yes sir!"
"Bullshit! I can't hear you!"
"SIR YES SIR!"
"I think I get why they put demons to train Nazars." If they put for example a human as a drill instructor, he might take the sides of the human recruits, making their training easy, and harder for the other races. Demons see everyone here as nothing but trash and won't take sides.
Sergeant Yetmir, stops in front of a dark elf male. "What's your name scumbag?" he asked.
"Sir, Privat Taris, Sir!" responded the dark elf with a high voice.
"Bullshit, from now on you're Private Snowball! Do you like that name?"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"Well, there's one thing that you won't like, Private Snowball! They don't serve goat meat and grape leaves on a daily basis in my mess hall!"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"Is this the Slane Theocracy?"
A voice was heard in the room, it did not belong to a female. Neia felt bad for the person who said that. The drill instructor will find him no matter what and will scold him for what he said.
"Who said that? Who the fuck said that?!"
Sergeant Yetmir started to walk furiously to the direction where the voice was heard.
"He's gonna kill us!"
"Who's the slimy little priest shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down here, who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy fucking godmother said it! Out-fucking-standing! I'll make you run across my island until you fucking die! I'll make you run until your assholes are sucking buttermilk."
The angry demon grabbed a human by the shirt. "Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!"
"Sir no Sir!"
"You little piece of shit! You look like a fucking worm! I'll bet it was you!"
"Sir no Sir!"
The young human was sweating and scared by the fearsome demon that was about to hurt him.
"Sir, I said it, sir!"
Yetmir turned his gaze at the privat on the left side. He was a young elf with short blonde hair and blue eyes, also his body was higher than that of Yetmir but that meant nothing. The Sergeant steps up to the young elf.
"Well... no shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian? Private Joker? I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister."
Neia's eyes went wide when she saw the demon punching private Joker in the stomach making him fall to his knees. The young elf boy was trying to bring back his normal breathing, because that punch traumatised his entire body.
"You little scumbag! I've got your name! I've got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn by the numbers. I will teach you. Now get up! Get on your feet!"
Like a newborn cow, Joker tried to get up on his feet. "That must have hurt!" Neia was afraid that one day she would get the same treatment as the young elf. Her weak body won't resist a punch like that, she might even die.
As Joker got up, Yetmir said on his face- "You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!"
"Sir yes sir!"
Again Neia was surprised how this guy came with all those insults. It made him look a bit funny, but that is a "BIG NO". She and the rest of the recruits should take the training seriously or this guy will turn like the grim reaper and will send their asses to the underworld.
"Private Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps?" Yetmir asked.
"Sir, to kill, sir!" Joker responded
"Huh?! Is he for real?!" That reason was… how should Neia put that? "Does Joker seek revenge or something?" Elves have been discriminated against over the years especially by the humans using them as slaves. As a wood elf, he was far older than Neia and he must have passed a lot struggles in his life.
"So you're a killer!" spoke Yetmir as he was getting a bit excited. Recruits that gave this kind of answers on their first day were very rare.
"Sir yes sir!"
"Let me see your war face!"
"Sir?" Joker was a bit confused by the sudden demand.
"You've got a war face? Aaaaaaaagh! That's a war face. Now let me see your war face!"
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Joker screamed
"Bullshit! You didn't convince me! Let me see your real war face!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" he screamed again
"You didn't scare me! Work on it!"
"He...He did it!" Neia thought that Yetmir would kick his ass, but instead he chose to see Joker very close to how he improved in boot camp. But the same questions might not fall upon every recruit. "The drill instructor is a cunning person and will play with their minds till they are completely broke… Clever.
Yetmir walked away from Joker and stopped at a blonde human male with glasses.
"By the Supreme One, can you see the future with those big ass glasses?"
""Sir no sir!"
"Are you shook up? Are you nervous?"
"Sir I am, sir!"
"Do I make you nervous?"
"Sir…" the boy was afraid to respond to that. question.
"Sir what?! Were you about to call me an asshole?!"
"Sir no sir!"
"Where in hell are from anyway, Private?"
"Sir, Roble, sir!"
"Holy dogshit, only faggots and sailors comes from Roble, Private Paladin boy. And you don't look much like a sailor to me, so that kinda narrows it down! Tell me, do you suck dicks?"
"Sir no sir!"
"I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would that would mastrubate to your wife while she is fucking with the naighbour! I'll be watching you!"
Yetmir stepped away from Paladin boy and turned to the female line. "Please not me! Please not me!" Neia prayed to not be picked by the drill instructor. She could not imagine staying face to face with him although she was not allowed to see him in the eyes.
The demon walked to the female line to another recruit. "What kind of fucking crossbreed are you?!" he asked someone.
"Sir, I'm a Hobgoblin sir!"
Neia knew exactly who he was speaking too.
"Bullshit! You are too cute to be a hobgoblin. Was your father a horny elf that raped your goblin mother or is the other way around?"
"Sir, they are both hobgoblins sir!"
"Where do you come from correctly?"
"Hobgoblin Island that is located on the other continent, Sir!"
"I understand. I'll be watching you." he started to walk again.
The other continent was still mysterious for Neia and many others. She knows that one of the queens of the Sorcerer Kingdom was the ruler of the high elves that lived in the other continent. The bards that returned from the Supreme City, describe her as a high elf goddess. But still, learning that beyond in the east has still unknown nations, made her very curious to know more.
"Private Neko, stop moving that damn tail around, or I'll fucking cut it for you, and hang it in the entrance of the barrack!" yelled Yetmir at Çikly
"Nya Sir!" responded the cat girl.
"What did you just say?!"
"SIR YES SIR!"
The demon narrowed his eyes, staring like he wanted to take the soul of Private Neko. On her chin, sweat was beginning to drip. "I'll be watching you."
Now the demon was in front of Neia. This was the frightening moment that Neia never wished to happen, but she was part of the platoon and she will get the same treatment as them. Yetmir observed her face for a second and then spoke.
"What's your name, scum?"
"Sir, Neia Baraja, sir!
"Baraja? So you are the maggot of that Pavel Baraja, huh?"
"Sir yes sir."
"Did Pavel fuck a demon that made you?"
"Sir no sir!"
"Hoo, is that so? But beyond those eyes of yours I see hell, hell that wants to be unleashed upon the enemies that come across you."
"Si-Sir I don't know sir!"
Whatever this demon was saying, it sounded like a bad nightmare for Neia. He spoke in a way that almost made her fall on her knees and cry to go back home.
"We will see Private Madeye, we will see. I'll be watching you."
When the demon turned his head, Neia started to breath heavily. "What was that?! It felt like my life was going to end…" she tried to control herself but her entire body was shivering. Having Yetmir in front of her was like seeing death in the eyes.
So… Madeye is my nickname from now on, huh. It sounds cool I guess, at least it's not like Snowball.
Neia was also surprised how the name of her father was known in the ranks of the demons. After all, he still is a strong human and everyone in Roble knows him. To have a famous father was to be proud, but Neia felt like a small rock behind her father's back.
"Alright I'll do it! I will never stop fighting! My goal is to become the greatest Nazar that has ever existed. Please guide me towards the path of glory... your Majesty."
But we hope that path will not take a dark turn...