Ambushing recruits inside the training camp was hard. Drones patrolled the streets non-stop, and groups of boys and girls often occupied the various parks and benches.
Some of the older recruits even ran from one building to another at random hours. It was almost impossible to find someone completely alone.
"Does he ever get tired?" Bloke asked his three friends.
The four bullies had gathered in the corner of the fence that surrounded Khan's dormitory. Professor Norwell's lesson had ended just a few minutes ago, so the curfew would still take a few hours to arrive.
The group had the time to plan their ambush, but Khan's tight schedule made it almost impossible to find the right moment. He had never changed his habits during those months, but that consistency didn't help the bullies.
"I told you countless times already," Samuel complained. "He comes back late and starts to meditate. I swear. I've never seen someone training so often."
"He must sleep or show an opening at some point," Duke, one of the bullies, said.
"I have been in the same flat for almost three months," Samuel continued, "But I've never seen him sleeping. That guy is a damned robot!"
"How much can someone even learn in three months?" Kyle, the other bully, said. "He has been the first to push his attunement to twenty percent, but martial arts are something entirely different. I bet he can't use them in battle."
"He will still be stronger than us," Samuel added, hoping that his friends would change their minds. "He has spent more than two months with attunement above twenty percent, while we have yet to reach that stage. We can't match his physical prowess."
"You don't need to remind me about my attunement," Bloke snorted. "I would have already reached twenty percent if I weren't still growing! Also, these damned mandatory lessons leave us drained. How can anyone even meditate in these conditions?"
The three bullies looked at Bloke, and the group exchanged meaningful glances. They were aware that they were lying to themselves, but that was better than accepting the truth.
Their cores weren't exceptional, but their routine didn't help their training either. The four boys had spent their time outside the lessons sleeping or hitting on girls. They even had the chance to bully some of the poorer kids.
In their minds, the four bullies believed that their families would fix their power through synthetic mana. Yet, they didn't expect that the complete disregard for their training would have put them in a situation when they couldn't use that energy.
The bullies' attunement had to reach twenty percent to use the synthetic mana. Their failure to achieve that result in almost three months had forced their families to reconsider their priorities.
The synthetic mana was expensive, and its price rose exponentially depending on its quality. The four bullies had decently wealthy families behind them, but they were losing their claims on that energy due to their lack of progress.
After all, the families could always wait a few years for a better descendant. Using good synthetic mana on recruits who couldn't even bother to meditate was a waste since it probably wouldn't lead to decent achievements.
The families had to produce results to obtain spots in the government of Earth, so balancing their expenses on their descendants was an essential part of their financial and political experience.
Samuel and his friends clearly weren't good material. Their current performance showed that they wouldn't seize any merits for their families. They were a bad investment.
However, everything would change if they managed to get their hands on synthetic mana on their own. The four bullies could make up for the time lost during the initial months in the camp and generate wealth for their families.
The only hindrance in that plan was the hardworking and astute Khan.
"I still think that this is a bad plan," Samuel almost begged his friends. "Why don't we all start meditating? I bet we can hit twenty percent in two weeks if we work hard."
"We will pass the third month in two weeks," Bloke replied. "Our families will never believe in our talent."
"Face it, Samuel," Duke continued. "We messed up. Getting the help of the Blackdell family is the only way to regain some credit."
"Our families might even reward us if we establish a decent relationship with Alison," Kyle added. "The Blackdell family has connections with the noble families. We have the chance to hit the jackpot here."
Samuel bit his lower lip. He didn't like the plan, but there seemed to be no way out of his situation.
His friends didn't share his worries because they didn't see Khan as often as him. Samuel had studied his roommate in the last months, and he had been one of the few witnesses of his transformation.
"Alison isn't a patient girl," Bloke eventually announced. "We should prepare our ambush soon. I think that attacking at night is our only option."
"Sunday then," Duke added. "That's the only day when Khan goes back to his dormitory slightly earlier than usual."
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Khan was completely unaware that the bullies from the first week were planning to ambush him. He had even started to forget about them since his training occupied the entirety of his days.
His demeanor had changed during the last months. The exercises for his element had forced him to develop a firm control over his thoughts and emotions, and his face showed his improvements.
Moreover, the relentless training with the Lightning-demon style had removed every trace of fat from his body, giving him a slender body that hid firm muscles.
Khan didn't do anything special during the past months. He had only alternated the morning lessons to the various exercises featured in his two training programs.
The training program for the chaos element had made his expression grow aloof since most of its exercises forced him to separate his emotions from his thoughts. Khan's mind had grown sharper, but his face now lacked its previous vitality.
Still, his new mindset had ended up benefitting the training in the Lightning-demon style. Khan could focus harder on his martial art since his mind had grown far more resilient, and his emotionless thoughts had even given him a few advantages during the practice of the various moves.
'I should be able to succeed in the fifth lesson tonight,' Khan sighed as he walked back toward his dormitory. 'Then, I have to master it before moving to the sixth. Dammit. I still have seven exercises to complete before the Wave spell.'
It was the Sunday night before the change of the lessons. The Global Army would resume teaching general subjects unrelated to mana starting from the next week, and that trend would last until the end of the fourth month.
Khan's mood was quite poor due to that event. He couldn't help but find the subjects related to mana far more interesting. He would rather have an entire month of Professor Conche than following math and other boring lessons four hours a day.
'I'll definitely pick xenolinguistics and politics,' Khan thought as he crossed the familiar streets that separated him from his dormitory. 'I probably need to add something else, but I still have three months and missions before the second semester.'
Khan had started to gain an idea of what he wanted to become in the Global Army. Remaining a simple soldier that patrolled dangerous planets was a decent option, but he had found a better one thanks to Martha's help.
The Global Army needed ambassadors to handle the relationships with the alien races. Those political figures could travel from planet to planet easily, and eventual scouting parties even required their presence.
It was the perfect job for someone who wanted free access to the map of the universe and priority over interplanetary travels. Also, that role would prevent Khan from becoming a simple pawn in the hands of his superiors.
Becoming an ambassador would even give Khan merits helpful in the political ladder. He didn't care about his rank in the army, but he didn't forget Lieutenant Dyester's words either. He had to become a Colonel to gain access to the classified files about the First Impact.
The path was still long, and Khan had yet to understand all the requirements for that political role, but having a goal helped him. He didn't feel like a foreigner anymore after setting his eyes on a target. He had become like the other recruits who wanted to become someone inside the army.
Khan checked his phone. It was already half past nine, and a sigh inevitably escaped his mouth.
'My body has become used to the Lightning-demon style,' Khan thought as his dormitory appeared in the distance. 'I barely need lotions anymore, and I can endure a full day of training even on Sunday.'
Lieutenant Dyester was a severe Master, and Khan was a dedicated disciple. He never skipped a training session, and he always tried to push his limits.
Khan had basically convinced himself that the wealthy kids would surpass him if he dared to go easy on his training. Losing his spot as a talented recruit would close the doors opened by Professor Norwell, which he wanted to keep open.
Maintaining the halo of the talented recruit from the Slums could help him becoming an ambassador, and Khan didn't want to lose that chance. Also, remaining without any clear affiliation would increase his value once offers from other families appeared. Khan only had to hold on to his status until he became a first-level warrior.
Of course, Khan didn't think about that on his own. Martha had to walk him through that scheme. It was nothing too complicated, but Khan still felt like a stranger to the political environment.
A strange sensation eventually hit Khan's mind. He felt a peculiar fluctuation coming from a dark area in the park next to the end of the street.
His sensitivity to mana had increased after the training for the chaos element. Khan felt sure that something that contained mana was behind the bushes and trees near the end of the street.
'Robots?' Khan thought, but he quickly disregarded that idea.
Some of the robots inside the training camp contained mana that Khan could sense. However, the sensation coming from behind the bush and trees was different. He even felt a familiar vibe.
'Is that Samuel?' Khan wondered.
His sensitivity to mana wasn't exceptional. It was the best among the recruits but still weak compared to proper soldiers. Yet, he had slept in the same room with Samuel for the past three months, so he couldn't fail to recognize his vibe.
'What is he even doing here?' Khan wondered before recalling the many glances and peeks of his roommate. 'Did they finally decide to make me pay for the scuffle from the first week?'
Khan could sense that Samuel wasn't alone. His ability didn't allow him to understand how many recruits were hiding in the darkness, but his knowledge could fill those gaps.
'They should still be under twenty percent of attunement,' Khan thought while stopping his tracks in the middle of the street. 'Martha told me that they have started to hang out with the three harpies now that I think about it.'
The gossips were one of the best forms of entertainment inside the training camp. Martha, Luke, Bruce, and the occasional friends from the special class who ate with Khan often talked about the other recruits. Alison Blackdell came out often since her demotion to the normal course had been quite a scandal.
Khan couldn't make the connection between the four bullies and the three harpies. He considered the possibility that the three girls had enhanced the bully's anger, but he couldn't imagine that the latter were trying to ambush him due to a threat.
Still, his failure in understanding the true reason behind the ambush didn't change his situation. Khan had to deal with the four bullies, and the clock was ticking. He only had twenty-eight minutes before the curfew.
Khan suppressed a smirk as he laid his back on a street lamp and took out his phone. He pretended to browse through the menus, but his eyes never left the clock.
Minutes passed, but Khan didn't move. The clock inevitably reached twenty to ten pm, but he remained at ease.
Khan needed less than ten minutes to reach his dormitory with his running speed. Moreover, only Samuel lived in the same block. The other bullies' flats were elsewhere in the camp, so their time was running out.
'They must do something in the next five minutes,' Khan thought while keeping his eyes on the phone. 'No recruit dares to break the curfew.'
The bullies proved Khan wrong. Five minutes passed, but they remained hidden in the darkness. None of them seemed willing to move.
'What are they waiting for?' Khan wondered. 'Are they willing to drag me down with them? I have only busted their balls a few times, and that was three months ago!'
The ambush began to resemble a suicidal plan as time continued to flow. Khan almost considered the possibility that the bullies had fallen asleep in the park when only thirteen minutes separated him from the curfew. However, he didn't dare to underestimate the boys.
'Do they think that their families will get them out of eventual punishments?' Khan wondered. 'My Master is the damned Lieutenant in charge of the prisons! How can they fail to consider something like that?'
Khan used another minute to consider every possible option. The plan didn't make sense unless the bullies had access to some influential figure inside the Global Army who could override Lieutenant Dyester's authority.
'They do have wealthy backgrounds,' Khan eventually considered in his mind. 'Bloke couldn't stop mentioning his father in the prisons, and Samuel's family has already prepared synthetic mana for him. Maybe they can make Lieutenant Dyester powerless.'
Khan had no proof to back his worries, but he wouldn't dare to risk breaking the curfew. Yet, the situation would only worsen if he ignored the bullies completely. He couldn't even touch Samuel inside the flat due to the harsher regulations connected to that type of aggression.
'Eleven minutes to the curfew,' Khan thought while putting his phone back in the pocket of his trousers. 'I would have wasted the last three months if I couldn't deal with them in three minutes.'
Khan wore an aloof expression as he left the street lamp and resumed his walk back to the dormitory. He stepped into the dark area after a few seconds, but the bullies didn't move yet.
'Did they really fall asleep?' Khan wondered without stopping his walk.
A few faint steps eventually resounded behind him when he crossed the end of the street. The presences sensed by his mind drew near and reached his back in an instant.
'I need to let them attack first,' Khan sighed in his mind before closing his eyes and clenching his teeth to prepare for the imminent blows.
His arms casually covered the back of his head before sharp pain spread from four different spots. The bullies had hit Khan's forearms, back, and legs with something other than their punches.
Khan jumped forward to avoid losing his balance. He turned as soon as his feet stepped on the street, and his swift movement allowed him to face the bullies before they could catch up with him.
The dim light radiated by a nearby streetlamp allowed Khan to see the faint figures of the four bullies. He recognized Bloke, Samuel, and the other two boys from the first week. They were all wielding long bats made of cheap alloy.
The bats were already swinging toward Khan. He didn't have much time to react. He could leap backward to dodge the incoming attacks, but that would only prolong the battle.
Khan pointed his right foot before twisting his ankle and performing a counterclockwise rotation. His left leg rose while following his body, and his left foot soon met Duke's shoulder.
A cracking noise came out of Duke's shoulder. The boy didn't have the time to complete his attack, and the impact lifted him from the ground as it pushed him away.
Meanwhile, three bats landed on Khan's side and threatened to push him to the ground. However, he endured the pain and completed his form.
Khan's right arm shot forward when his leg touched the ground. He rotated his ankles and waist to fill his hook with incredible momentum.
His punch reached Kyle's jaw, and a cracking noise resounded after the impact. A few teeth also flew out of his mouth as the boy rotated on himself and fell.
Only Samuel and Bloke remained on their feet, and the two boys couldn't help but glance at their companions. Kyle had fainted, and blood was flowing out of his mouth. Instead, Duke was crouching on the ground two meters behind them, and whimpers resounded from his figure as he held his left shoulder.
Khan flowed directly into another attack. He bent his legs before leaping forward while rising his knee. Bloke promptly defended his chest with his bat, but his eyes widened when he saw his weapon curving and obtaining a V-shaped form.
Samuel swung his bat toward Khan, but the latter blocked it with his arm. Then, Khan wrapped his hand around the boy's arm, and his body began to rotate as he waited for his right leg to touch the ground.
Khan rotated his feet as soon as it touched the ground. The technique filled his body with momentum and gave his raised left leg enough power to reach Samuel's ear.
The boy lost his balance and let go of the bat, but he clung to Khan's arm before falling to the ground. Bloke exploited that chance to swing his oddly-shaped bat toward Khan's head, but the latter raised his arm to protect himself.
Bloke didn't stop attacking, and Samuel did his best to remain gripped on Khan's arm. The latter couldn't move freely with that weight disrupting his balance, but he never lowered his arms.
Bloke suddenly felt unable to move his weapon. Fear filled his face when he saw that Khan had managed to grab the bat during the last swing.
The boy quickly let go of his weapon and took a step back. His good reaction allowed him to dodge a kick aimed at his stomach, and a tinge of determination appeared on his face when he studied Khan's situation.
Samuel was still hanging from Khan's arm, and the latter had to risk his balance to deliver his kick. Khan was standing on a single leg while enduring Samuel's weight. It was the perfect moment to push him to the ground.
Bloke jumped forward and wrapped his arms around Khan's neck. He used the entirety of his body in a desperate attempt to make his opponent fall, but astonishment filled his mind when he noticed that Khan managed to endure the blow.
Khan had Samuel hanging from his right arm, and Bloke clung to his neck, but he didn't falter. His legs could endure the additional weight. He didn't even sway when the two boys struggled to push him backward.
Khan grabbed the back of Bloke's uniform and pulled. The boy did his best to push his waist back on Khan's chest, but a sharp pain suddenly spread from his groin.
A sense of weakness filled Bloke. He let go of his opponent and slid on Khan's knee while falling toward the ground. Khan had raised his leg when Bloke tried to wrap himself around his chest, and his groin ended up hitting the knee.
Khan turned toward Samuel at that point. The boy had basically fainted. He was continuing to hang from Khan's arm out of pure willpower.
'What a waste of determination,' Khan couldn't help but think as he threw a kick on Samuel's chest and flung him away.
The battle had been messy, but Khan had successfully defeated his four opponents. Moreover, he had deployed part of the footwork learnt from the Lightning-demon style, and that feat left him happy.
"You lose," Bloke weakly said while covering his groin. "You will break the curfew."
Khan promptly drew the phone from his pocket. The device informed him that the curfew would arrive in less than seven minutes. He was late, and even running might not solve the issue.
'Why are they so confident about the punishments?' Khan wondered when he noticed Bloke's satisfied smile.
The boys definitely had something in store for Khan, but he didn't know what to expect. Yet, he wouldn't risk finding it out.
'I can only pull it off one out six times,' Khan thought as he closed his eyes and bent his legs. 'I also need to prepare for thirty seconds. Still, I don't see other options.'
Bloke's smile froze when he noticed Khan's serious expression. The boy kept his eyes closed and performed deep breaths as his legs slid on the street.
Then, Bloke blinked, and confusion appeared on his face when he reopened his eyes. Khan had disappeared. Bloke didn't even hear his steps.
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