With the incident behind me, we were sent to the range for training. We were given an M1 Garand as primary and a Colt 1911 as secondary.
Meanwhile, I gained basic knowledge of pistol-type firearms; as a farmer, I was ignorant of rifle handling.
When I picked the Colt 1911, I felt familiar, like I had known this for a long time.
Then we were given proper instructions on 'how to handle the weapon' and posture in every possible situation.
Afterwards, we were shown the targets for practice. I fired my pistol at 2 2-yard dummy. I missed the first two shots, and during that, Chamber's instinct kicked in.
After that, there were some misses as the target range increased, but I slowly adjusted to that.
Then we were instructed to shoot from a rifle for practice. I calculated that I would be bad, but boy oh oh boy was I wrong. I only got 2 hits at 27 yards.
All the other shots missed, but I was not disappointed because after I was done with the firing range, my assimilation rate with the chamber increased.
As I watched my system screen, I concluded that by practising the knowledge provided by the system, I can increase my assimilation rate with camber.
[Host assimilation rate: 4%]
Following the firing range, we were led to the mat area, where we were again instructed in hand-to-hand and melee training.
We were assigned a sparring partner, and my partner was this black dude who is built like an American Football player.
When my best buddy and my frenemy watched my sparring partner, I sensed the disturbance in force.
I swear I saw a hint of pity in my buddy's eye and a look of glee on the face of the Mexican dude.
When I saw my partner my only reaction was 'Ahhh shit!! Here we go again.'
When the instructor told us to start, he lunged at me like a panther ready to tackle me to the ground.
Certainly, Chamber was not an expert on hand-to-hand combat, but he was in conflict for so long that he had some intermediate-level skills.
When my opponent lunged at me for the tackle, my elite agent instinct kicked in just when my opponent was in striking range.
My body instinctively moved, and I raised my knee to strike the chin of my sparring partner, who was pouncing at me with open arms.
He tried to guard against my knee, but alas, a mortal can do this much, and he was hit right on his chin.
In the end, the strike didn't disappoint me. My opponent was knocked cold, and there was stone-cold silence, because everyone was stunned.
Then I saw my buddy and frenemy's faces, their eyes were bulging out like they were going to fall.
But after watching their reaction, which I relished because they were 'chief kiss' precious.
The instructor announced me the winner, I always wanted to do this pose. As I was getting off the mat, I moved down with the swagger like Conor McGregor.
At this, I saw Liam and the Mexican dude just eye-rolled hard like they could see their brains.
Thereafter, sparring continued, but nothing was as glorious as mine. Well, Liam boy, and the Mexican dude clean the floor with their opponents.
Hereafter, we were led to the mess hall, where I ate like this was the last day of my life because I missed my lunch due to my summons to the Drill Sergeant's office.
Then there was my Mexican dude punishment time. All of our units' recruits were taking showers in the shower rooms.
Meanwhile, my frenemy and I were scrubbing the barracks floor, I was grumbling about 'So much for the older generation not taking offense to jokes.'
I was also getting bored during the punishment, so I started a small talk with a Mexican dude.
"So what's your name?" I asked. 'Maybe Rodriguez or Juan something.' I presumed.
"By the looks on your face, I can safely say you are thinking something rude about me." He said, narrowing his eye on me.
"No! I am not thinking anything rude. I was thinking about my earlier action that caused trouble for you, and I apologize to you for that."
I answered diplomatically.
"So you are now sorry, huh?" He asked with an expression that was practically screaming he was suspicious that I was sincere. I just answered sincerely:" Yes! I am sorry about earlier."
Then he said: " Well, that's that, by the way my name is Rodriguez Pérez."
"What about you?" He asked. But as I heard his name, I just stared at my hand while I thought, 'Is that what infinite power looks like? Is that alone in this whole universe I am the only honoured one?'
During my inner monologue, Rodriguez seemed somewhat aware of my thought line.
He replied with an angry expression: "You know, you got a punchable face?"
I just snapped out of my musing and said, "Sorry, man! I have this habit of phasing out, so don't take offense to that by the way, name Jonathan James."
"Hmm," he replied. "Man of few words, huh?" I asked. He said uncertainly, "Uh, no."
After a moment of silence, I asked: "What's your story? Why did you join the military?"
Thereafter, he gave me a summary of his circumstances as he was clearly uncomfortable with sharing them with me.
After we finished cleaning the floor, I went to get a bath, then I settled on my bed.
Afterward, I drifted to sleep as I was tired as hell, while looking at my assimilation rate.
[Asmilation rate (Chamber): 4.25%]
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