Without asking any questions, Thomson followed the Private. After taking a few turns, they arrived before the biggest tent in the post. Along the way, he saw many other kidnappees like me roaming around the post.
Some looked excited, while the others were devastated.
Upon arriving at the tent, the Private said.
"Go inside and wait there until any further notice."
Hearing his words, Thomson looked at him for a second. The way all these soldiers are treating him is getting on his nerves.
"Before that, can I have something to eat?"
Trying his best to not lose control, Thomson asked.
Hearing his words, the Private didn't give him any reply and pushed him inside the tent.
"You motherf**king piece of sh*t."
The moment Private pushed Thomson inside the tent, the curse switch inside him was turned on. But that was the biggest mistake of his life.
The moment Private heard his words, he entered the tent and started beating him up. As a sheltered kid, Thomson didn't know what to do in this kind of situation, Hell, he didn't even know how to defend himself.
Before long, his nose was broken and his left shoulder was dislocated. But the Private didn't stop there. He punched his lower jaw and almost broke it. While Private was beating Thomson, he had a crazy look in his eyes.
Seeing that, Thomson is sacred. He is certain the Private was trying to kill me.
Fortunately, the tent was filled with other kidnappees like him. They stopped Private before he could go on any longer.
Finally having room for breathing, Thomson looked at the Private with fear in his eyes. He was horrified and confused.
He couldn't understand why Private would beat me like this, over something so little. 'Although I admit it's my fault for cursing, he shouldn't have been so cruel.'
Thomson thought to himself as he saw others drag the Private out of the tent.
Now everyone in the tent was looking at him and whispering among themselves.
"Any idea what happened?"
"That's so cruel, how can he beat someone like this."
"Look how much he is breeding, is that Private crazy or something."
"Who is that, why is he beaten like that."
"Can anyone call the medic?"
Right now blood was gushing out of Thomson's nose and his whole body hurt like hell. In his whole life, this was the first time he felt so much pain.
Soon the words of the fight or the beating spread throughout the post. Before long a group of medics arrived inside the tent and started examining Thomson.
Around ten to twenty minutes later his left shoulder was covered in bandages. The Private that beat him up was called by the Major for questioning. Everyone was confused as to why a Private beat up a Recruit.
After popping the dislocated shoulder back in place, one of the ladies in the medic team gave Thomson a painkiller.
He had a hard time opening his mouth because my jaw hurt a lot. But with great difficulty, he took the painkiller.
A few minutes after taking the painkiller, He passed out inside the tent.
When he woke up, Thomson was inside the military base deep within the Arvon mountains. After waking up, what awaited him was hell on Earth.
[Three Years Later]
Sitting inside his dorm room, Thomson looked at his posting order. These past three years have been very difficult for him. Especially the first two weeks. With a disjoint jaw, he had a very hard time trying to eat something.
Within a few days, this problem was easily solved.
But Thomson suffered a lot because of his shoulder. Due to daily training, his shoulder wasn't getting any time to heal. One might ask, why was he even training with that kind of injury? He should have explained his situation to the instructor and he would have gotten some time off.
Well, the thing is he was scared.
What that Private did to him developed into trauma. This is why he followed his instructor's every order like a mindless puppet.
But since the first few months of the training were highly focused on discipline and not physical training, his shoulder injury eventually recovered over time.
But even to this day, he has this trauma. Whenever he sees a high-ranking soldier, his chest tightens and my body shakes a little.
But this trauma has helped him a lot in the past three years. He always completed all the drills and never disobeyed any orders.
Due to this, he slowly started climbing his course ladder. At the end of his first year, Thomson was the best in his course.
He even had the offer to finish his training early and enter the front lines. But the Major overseeing his course advised Thomson to use the rest of his time to learn something useful.
And because of trauma, he did what I was told and learned something useful.
Now he is a certified survival specialist.
Because of this, he was specially recruited by the Hunting Force. A special branch of the military that hunts monsters in the wild.
Now Thomson just needs to have a minimum of 1 year of service to officially join the Hunting Force. But the front lines are so dangerous, and the Hunting Force didn't want their special recruit to die so early. So, using their connection they posted him as a City guard.
A job only children of the rich get to have.
City guards are just a fancy title, their job is only to patrol the outskirts of the city. Occasionally getting rid of monsters that bypassed the military checkposts around the city.
This job is so simple that even the police can handle this task. Still, each city has around ten thousand City guards.
Folding the posting order, Thomson started packing his stuff. Although when he first arrived at the Arvon base, he had nothing. But in the past three years, he had a small collection.
The items in his collection consist of medals, his diaries, his first hunted werewolf teeth and a few other things gifted to him by his superiors.
After packing all the small things in his suitcase, Thomson opened his wardrobe closet. Opening the door of the closet, a row of uniforms appeared before his eyes.
All my uniforms were grey with red collars and cuffs. This uniform is only for soldiers of Specialist rank.
That's right, he entered the Specialist rank while in training.