NABC Chapter 7: | 007 | Initial Training Regimen
Chapter 7: | 007 | Initial Training Regimen
In the residential area of the Port of Dawn, a middle-aged man jogged through the silent and empty road while wearing nothing but black shorts and a T-shirt. It was early in the morning, and the sun was slowly rising from the lines of the boundless horizon.
The middle-aged man was Abraham Shepherd, the Fleet Admiral of the United Navy.
Yesterday, he and his high officers, Lux and Morgen, held several meetings throughout the day. He also had to sign several papers regarding the recent plans of the UNS Light Bringer and Port of Dawn.
It was an exhausting day for the Fleet Admiral.
Fortunately, his hard work wasn't for nothing. He was given his designated lodgings in the residential area by Lieutenant Commander Morgen. It was a simple two-story house.
But that was enough for Abraham. After all, for the first time in his life, Abraham had a home for himself. Not a small apartment that he barely could afford, but a real home.
"I almost couldn't wake up from that comfortable sleep." Abraham yawned as the day before was exhausting for him. To think that being high-ranking didn't change anything.
He still had to work, but he wasn't bothered by it.
To be fair, he was working for his own organization. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make as it benefited him nonetheless.
Anyhow, he continued to jog through the quiet road of the residential area. It was mostly desolated because the utility personnel were working hard to stabilize the situation in the Port of Dawn.
"The morning is lightening." He sighed and felt his heart at ease. It was the best time to train his body to become, at least, average as he was somewhat weaker than that at the moment.
Several dozen minutes soon passed, and Abraham was running through the road with exhaustion evident on his face. He felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders, and his limbs were also turning stiff.
He knew he was weak, and the stamina his body contained was bare bones. But he didn't want to give up.
Before the early morning training, he asked Systema an important question. Will his training give him solid results? Like those in novels where completing a training quest would advance their strength to a higher level.
Systema's answer was clear.
'| No. |'
Abraham understood that the Naval Gacha System didn't have such functions, which made him wonder if it was efficient to train himself. His questioning thoughts made Systema speak even further.
'| Training requires determination, sacrifice fuels strength. The Fleet Admiral can train or not train, but personal strength can mean life and death in some circumstances. |'
He knew what Systema meant. It was okay that he wouldn't train, but he might die in the future if he does so. There would be moments when he couldn't rely on the United Navy to solve his problems.
So, he must be ready for that significant moment.
With this in mind, he continued his plan to train, and now he was jogging.
Abraham gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. He kept himself upright and continued running through the streets. It was easy to give up, but difficult to continue. However, he didn't desire to stop.
He wanted to continue no matter how hard it became.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead as his consciousness became hazy. He took deep breaths and controlled his breathing. He didn't know if it was working.
"Apologies if I have disrupted your exercise, Fleet Admiral. Captain Lux wanted me to introduce myself to the high command. I am also given the duties of being your personal guard at the moment."
Campbell calmly explained his reasoning to the scrutinizing middle-aged man. After Abraham heard of it, he raised an eyebrow.
Getting a personal guard wasn't out of the possibilities that appeared in his mind, but being followed by someone else was discomforting for someone like Abraham.
'What should I do?' Abraham quietly thought to himself while watching the 2nd Lieutenant with a cold gaze.
On the other hand, 2nd Lieutenant Campbell felt a bit nervous after meeting the cold gaze of the Fleet Admiral. He wondered if he had done something wrong to the high command. Was he too relaxed? Easy-going? Or not respectful?
It wasn't Abraham's aim to intimidate the platoon leader. However, there was nothing he could do about his weird habit.
Besides, it was hard to know when he would be looking at someone coldly, he was too disconnected from his facial expressions.
"2nd Lieutenant, I want you to help me train. I desire to get my body up to date and even stronger. I might need your assistance to do so." Abraham said as calmly as possible.
Talking with someone that got a larger figure than him was a bit daunting, but it wasn't something that he couldn't handle.
The words of the Fleet Admiral brightened the eyes of Campbell. To think that the high command would be asking for his assistance and advice.
Campbell couldn't stop himself from smiling as he immediately bowed to the Fleet Admiral, expressing his utmost agreement.
"It will be an honor, Fleet Admiral."
And so, the training session of Campbell and Abraham began.
The first thing the two carried out was to enter a gym nearby. It was the first time Abraham entered a gym as he wasn't the type to exercise or build his body. He felt a bit nervous as thoughts about failing to carry dumbbells weighed on his mind.
Inside the gym were the Marines working out in their free time. Abraham was shocked to see the troops training themselves. He thought they would be taking their time in the barracks.
He didn't know if he should regret choosing the platoon leader to assist him, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Abraham could only accept the consequences of his choice.
Five hours later...
In the massive concrete gym of the residential area were the roars of the Marines resounding throughout the building and the expanse surrounding it. Their deafening roars resembled the war cries of ancient times.
It was as if they were fighting a life-and-death battle against an opponent or army with superior numbers than them. A battle of a dozen against hundreds and thousands.
However, in reality, the truth was stranger than what was previously thought. After all, inside the gym alongside the Marines was the highest command of the United Navy, Fleet Admiral Shepherd.
He fought for his life while performing a 500 push-up session, not wanting to falter or act cowardly before his subordinates. Such was the unfortunate fate of the Fleet Admiral.
On the other hand, the noisy Marines in the gym were merely grunting out their support loudly like goddamn cavemen.
Now, he really was regretting it.