Ment
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Xenomia was quite unhappy with the current month. First, all these translations, then the poor results on the tests... Especially disappointing was the shooting test – the girl thought that serious self-improvement had allowed her to overcome her doubts and the trembling in her hands during non-lethal shooting at the enemy, but the targets in the training range didn't agree. A decline in physical fitness results... All of this was quite sad.
The concept of narrow specializations also didn't appeal to the girl – she considered the modular system, which had been in place until now, to be a much better option, allowing her to choose what was most important for herself. But... there was no getting around it. Xenomia noticed that she was eligible for two specializations – but even when she entered the military academy, she already knew who she would be. She definitely cannot put on a medic's armband and run around the battlefield in relative safety while her comrades catch bullets. She is a soldier...
But choosing a club was much more difficult for Mie. She stood and studied the list, trying to identify what would be most useful for her (while muttering to herself).
“Primitivism? Sounds a bit wild, but what if it's just about bringing oneself into the appropriate form? I'm still far behind the guys in strength, and in a real battle, I'll be at my limit; I need to compensate for that...”
“Literature? Develops the mind and broadens horizons... What if this is the last chance to catch up in areas not directly related to combat training?”
“Calligraphy... Improves fine motor skills; I'll be able to draw better... No, that's silly... It shouldn't be a priority for me right now...”
“Engineering... Ugh, I'm not smart enough for that... Although Light and Lathro will definitely be there; they can help...”
“Her Majesty's Club... It's hard to judge by the name, but something to develop a sense of loyalty and patriotism?”
“Firearms Club... A guaranteed option, of course, to devote myself entirely to weapons, both during classes and on weekends... A clear direction without trying to sit on multiple chairs, but what if I miss out on something important in another area?”
After hesitating, she goes to the weapons club.
The concept of narrow specializations also didn't appeal to the girl – she considered the modular system, which had been in place until now, to be a much better option, allowing her to choose what was most important for herself. But... there was no getting around it. Xenomia noticed that she was eligible for two specializations – but even when she entered the military academy, she already knew who she would be. She definitely cannot put on a medic's armband and run around the battlefield in relative safety while her comrades catch bullets. She is a soldier...
But choosing a club was much more difficult for Mie. She stood and studied the list, trying to identify what would be most useful for her (while muttering to herself).
“Primitivism? Sounds a bit wild, but what if it's just about bringing oneself into the appropriate form? I'm still far behind the guys in strength, and in a real battle, I'll be at my limit; I need to compensate for that...”
“Literature? Develops the mind and broadens horizons... What if this is the last chance to catch up in areas not directly related to combat training?”
“Calligraphy... Improves fine motor skills; I'll be able to draw better... No, that's silly... It shouldn't be a priority for me right now...”
“Engineering... Ugh, I'm not smart enough for that... Although Light and Lathro will definitely be there; they can help...”
“Her Majesty's Club... It's hard to judge by the name, but something to develop a sense of loyalty and patriotism?”
“Firearms Club... A guaranteed option, of course, to devote myself entirely to weapons, both during classes and on weekends... A clear direction without trying to sit on multiple chairs, but what if I miss out on something important in another area?”
After hesitating, she goes to the weapons club.