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"I thought you were here to send a penal soldier." After the lad named Maiseer was assigned to the squad, Political Commissar Virit shook hands with Malin, "Welcome back to the North, Mr. Malin, your fame has already reached here lately."
"Perhaps that's what they call 'a person's shadow longer than their height'; I actually prefer to keep a low profile." Malin smiled as he shook hands, then saluted the middle-aged man who approached, "Major General Ataf Ivanovich Ivantaf."
"Quite a surprise that Mr. Malin still remembers my name." The evidently aged man laughed as he reached out for a handshake with Malin, "To be honest, as soon as I heard the messenger mention your name, I came over right away."
"I am here today to teach a rash young man a lesson. A child of his age doesn't quite understand the difference between competition and the battlefield, so I decided it would be best for him to see the battlefield with his own eyes."
