Feeling the cold energy overflowing from his body, the recruits wisely chose to avoid him, taking the rice and curry from the cauldron next to them. It was really hard to eat when it was frozen.
"Come out! I promise not to kill you!"
Loya's mouth sprayed ice crystals, and the blue energy in his hand dissipated. The onlookers shook their heads: Who would believe that? When he hit something with a fist, everyone turned into popsicles, and a death notice would need to be sent when cleaning up.
Just then, a deep voice sounded.
"Well~ It's okay, Loya. Uncle Art didn't do it on purpose... Speaking of which, it was because of you fiddling with your move again last night that Uncle Art was preparing the ingredients for today. As a result, your aura radiated out, and he panicked, shaking his hands and burning the stock clean. Now he has to go collect punishment this afternoon."
The voice was very familiar. Loya turned his head and spread his hands helplessly to the visitor: "Even so, we still need to figure out what to eat for lunch today! Don't tell me you're full, Aldo."
The person who came was Aldo, a member of the elite camp. He wore a casual shirt, floral shorts, and clogs on his feet, looking very relaxed. In his left hand, he held a dinner plate not much bigger than his palm. Not a single grain of rice was left on it, only curry juice remained around the edge.
Placing the dinner plate in the recycling area, Aldo sighed: "How can I be full? Today, the chef of our elite camp is ill, so I had to come out to find something to eat. Although my appetite isn't as big as yours, it's still much larger than the average person's. I was going to take a break, but I didn't expect to run into this situation. Really..."
Aldo was four meters tall, standing there like a brown bear, consuming an impressive amount of food at each meal. Before Loya joined the navy, he had held the title of King of Big Stomachs.
But compared to Loya, Aldo had shamefully given up that title.
It's just that Loya wasn't very happy about it.
The two faced each other, sighing in unison and drooping their heads.
At this moment, a recruit sharing the curry rice suggested, "Have you forgotten? Members of the elite camp can eat at the barracks canteen. You should try it there. It should still be open."
Loya raised his head in shock and looked at Aldo: "There's such a thing?"
Aldo also raised his head in shock: "I didn't know!"
The corner of the mouth of the talking recruit twitched. Well, how is it that members of the elite battalion don't know about this, but I do? You guys are so oblivious!
Not wanting to be involved, he chose to remain quiet.
However, under the threat of two well-known violent men, he chose to compromise. It wouldn't be worth it to get beaten up for a meal. Everyone knew how terrifying Loya could be when he was hungry; he had robbed food on the day of the actual combat test, and the dry food was proof.
"Yes, this regulation has been in place since last year. On one hand, it was because the canteen of the recruit camp was too overloaded and sometimes too busy. Hence, the approval system was established to keep the team cohesive. That's all I know..."
Loosening the collar in his hand, Loya looked at Aldo: "Shall we go to dinner?"
"Let's go together."