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Azul quietly donned his gear amidst the teasing and laughter of the Veterans. His movements were slow, as he knew he was the center of attention, and any small mistake could become their new source of amusement. The Veterans often passed the time recounting the experiences of new recruits, and today was no exception.
At that moment, Abang, a Veteran who had seen countless battles, surveyed Azul with his one remaining eye and suddenly burst into laughter, shouting, "Hey! Have you heard about those new Summoners recently?" His voice echoed through the barracks, stirring up a commotion.
Nearby, Fischer, a dark-skinned Veteran with a prominent scar on his nose, scoffed disdainfully at Abang's words. He shot a sidelong glance at the surrounding recruits and mocked, "Hmph! Those useless fools just brought in two fat pigs who are rumored to be as big as hogs! What we need in Noxus are real warriors, not these gluttons!"
The laughter among the Veterans grew louder, clearly resonating with Fischer's comments. Azul lowered his head and continued to dress quietly, though his heart was filled with confusion and curiosity. He knew nothing about the new Summoners but felt a twinge of sympathy for those mocked fat Summoners—after all, he was one of the targets of their ridicule. In this atmosphere, Azul quietly resolved that no matter how much he faced mockery or challenges, he would strive to become a true Noxian warrior.
The burly Squad Leader William, muscular and exuding an aura of strength, approached where Azul and the other Veterans were gathered. As he walked over, he pulled an already faded military undershirt over his head and tugged at the zipper, producing a faint metallic clinking sound. His voice was heavy and powerful, cutting through the chatter as he announced loudly, "Damn it! I reckon we might have to wait several more years before we see any fighting."
Fischer and several soldiers clearly expressed their dissatisfaction with this statement; some even let out pained groans to voice their frustration and anxiety over the prolonged peace. But Abang raised an eyebrow with a sly smile and teasingly retorted, "Ha! I heard those two fat guys defeated the previously losing Summoners and took their spots! Sounds pretty promising, doesn't it?"
Upon hearing this, William adjusted the buttons on his shirt while turning around to reveal a serious expression. He scanned the soldiers present before slowly saying, "That might be good news; perhaps the new Summoners can bring us something different. Who knows? They might be just what we need for change."
Under William's words, the soldiers who had been skeptical about the new Summoners began to reassess their views; perhaps these two newcomers really had the potential to alter Noxus's fate. In this chaotic and suspicious barracks, the new topic provided a glimmer of hope for the soldiers—maybe the future would indeed be different.
William continued to embellish his words, shifting to a more lighthearted prank atmosphere: "But let's hope we don't have to fight anytime soon! Otherwise, Abang might have to start using his backside to see where he's going!" This remark instantly ignited the mood in the Armory; crude laughter and teasing remarks erupted as every soldier grinned widely as if it were the funniest joke they had heard all day.
Abang boldly countered without backing down from this crude banter: "Ha! The arrows I shoot from my backside are more accurate than those idiots who love Ionian!" With that, he even mimicked drawing a bow with his rear end, eliciting uproarious laughter from his comrades around him; for a moment, the atmosphere turned both relaxed and slightly insane.
This easygoing yet rugged humor served as a release for Noxian soldiers under harsh training and potential combat pressure. In such laughter and jokes, they found camaraderie among each other while temporarily forgetting the brutality of battle.
As echoes of laughter lingered in the Armory, Azul's question suddenly pierced through the noise—though quiet, it struck like a hammer against the hearts of the soldiers. His inquiry was so direct, filled with curiosity and fear about combat: "When was your last battle? What does it feel like to fight?"
The words caused the previously laughter-filled space to fall into silence. For a moment, only the occasional clinking of weapons and distant, indistinct noises could be heard. Abang slowly recovered from his ridiculous imitation, his remaining eye sweeping over Azul's feet, as if he were genuinely aiming at him with what he had referred to as a "butthole." Veteran Fischer turned around, staring intently at the new recruit, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—part assessment, part displeasure.
The atmosphere became subtle and oppressive. Azul felt this shift; he nervously swallowed, replaying his earlier words in his mind, uncertain if he had touched upon some forbidden taboo. The air seemed to solidify, and the other soldiers turned their heads, regarding this inexperienced newcomer with strange glances.
Finally, Abang broke the silence, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a weight of seriousness. "Kid, combat isn't as simple as you think. What you hear are just bullets whizzing by and the sounds of shells exploding. What you see might be your brothers falling, never to rise again. And what you feel is the fear inside you and the cold tremor of the gun in your hands." His words stripped away the earlier jesting tone, leaving only a raw description of war.
Fischer then spoke, his tone icy. "Every time I think back on it, it's like a nightmare returning. It's an experience you wouldn't want to have, Azul." His gaze was deep, as if it could penetrate the profound fears within a person.
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