[REVOLUTIONARY ARMY'S HIDDEN HEADQUARTERS]
[TRAINING FACILITY]
The expansive training hall stood silent, its polished stone floors stretching beneath towering archways.
Torches mounted along the walls cast flickering light across the room, their glow creating long, shifting shadows.
The faint scent of sweat lingered in the air, a testament to countless hours of rigorous training that had taken place here.
In the vast emptiness of the hall, a lone figure moved with calculated precision.
The sharp echo of his footsteps reverberated against the cold stone, the sound a steady rhythm in the otherwise quiet space.
For the past three months, this hall had become his refuge. Here, away from the watchful eyes of others, he trained relentlessly, pushing himself beyond his limits.
The boy's attire stood out from that of the other Revolutionary Army recruits.
Instead of the standard full-body uniform, he wore specialized clothing, a tight suit that covered every part of his body except his hands, his face concealed by a mask.
The uniform had been provided by the army's medical staff, a necessity rather than a choice.
Though it had been uncomfortable at first, the boy had adapted to it over time.
Around him, wooden training dummies lined the walls, their surfaces scarred from repeated strikes.
Nearby racks held an assortment of practice weapons, each dulled for safety. Despite the hall's emptiness, a sense of unease lingered in the air.
It was as though unseen eyes were watching from the shadows, observing his every move.
This feeling of being monitored was nothing new. Ever since his arrival at the Revolutionary Army's headquarters, he had been under constant surveillance.
It was the price he paid for his earlier attempt to flee, an outburst fueled by rage and despair after seeing his monstrous reflection in a mirror.
The Revolutionary Army, careful to protect its hidden base, took no chances with him.
His restricted movements and round-the-clock observation were measures meant to ensure the safety of the organization. Any lapse in security could lead to disastrous consequences.
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The boy, Leo, had spent the past months reflecting on his actions and decisions.
At first, he had been overwhelmed by the circumstances of his new life, but as the weeks passed, clarity began to emerge.
He recognized his earlier ignorance and naivety, traits that had left him blind to the truth of his surroundings.
There had been so many clues, each one more glaring than the last. The pens and paper in a seemingly medieval world.
The advanced clothing and other commodities available in the market. And finally, the firearms used by the Imperial Army during their assault on the slums.
Yet, despite all these signs, he had failed to piece together the truth.
He now understood that this was not his original world. This was an entirely different reality, a fusion of eras, cultures, and technologies arranged in a way that defied conventional progression.
As time passed, Leo began to notice another troubling change.
The memories of his previous life were fading. It started subtly, with small details slipping from his grasp.
But soon, even basic recollections required intense concentration to bring to mind.
Fearful of losing himself completely, he took steps to preserve what he could.
He began writing down everything he remembered, using a language from his former world.
To protect the information, he documented the language itself on a separate sheet of paper and hid it in a spot within the base where no one would find it.
This act of preservation was more than just a precaution, it was a declaration.
Leo knew that ignorance in this world was dangerous. If he wanted to survive, if he wanted to exact his revenge, he needed knowledge.
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Over the following months, he immersed himself in study. Books provided by the Revolutionary Army's doctor became his lifeline, offering glimpses into the world he now inhabited.
He learned about the Empire, a vast nation spanning diverse climates and landscapes, from scorching deserts to frozen tundras.
He also learned about the Danger Beasts, monstrous creatures that roamed freely across the land.
These beasts were as varied as they were terrifying, some small and cunning, others massive and overpowering.
Leo's time in the laboratory had already given him a glimpse of what these creatures were capable of.
He had overheard the researchers discussing hybrids, grotesque amalgamations of humans and Danger Beasts. Now, he understood the term fully.
Danger Beasts, also known as Risk Species, were highly territorial and possessed supernatural abilities that made them formidable adversaries.
They were divided into ranks, with the common class at the lowest tier. Details about higher-ranking beasts remained classified, but their danger was undeniable.
Through his studies and self-reflection, Leo came to terms with an unsettling truth, he was no longer entirely human.
The experiments he had endured had transformed him into something else, a hybrid of human and Danger Beast.
But rather than despair, he saw this as an opportunity. 'If this new form can help me exact my revenge,' he thought, 'then I'll embrace it fully.'
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As Leo's thoughts turned inward, the soft clang of boots on stone broke the silence. A figure in Revolutionary Army attire entered the hall, their shadow stretching long under the torchlight.
The solitude Leo had cherished was gone, replaced by the watchful presence of yet another observer.